What follows is a majority of a section from Friederich Nietzsche’s “Thus Spoke Zarathustra.” This stands as one of the most inspirational pieces of writing for me. I highly recommend reading the entire text to anyone interested. What I love most about Nietzsche is his celebration of life and all it entails; for everyone to become a Superman. I’ll stop here and let his words do the work, I dare not go too far and spoil his masterpiece.
“Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood. Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit.
It is no easy task to understand familiar blood; I hate the reading idlers.
He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers—and spirit itself will stink.
Every one being allowed to learn to read, ruineth in the long run not only writing but also thinking.
Once spirit was God, then it became man, and not it even became populace.
He that writeth in blood and proverbs doth not want to be read, but learnt by heart.
I no longer feel in communion with you; the very cloud which I see beneath me, the blackness and heaviness at which I laugh—that is your thunder-cloud.
Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation; and I look downward because I am exalted.
It is true we love life; not because we are wont to live, but because we are wont to love.
There is always some madness in love. But there is always, also, some method in madness.
And to me also, who appreciate life, the butterflies, and soap-bubbles, and whatever is like them amongst us, seem most to enjoy happiness.
And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity—through him all things fall.
I learned to walk; since then I have let myself run. I learned to fly; since then I do not need pushing in order to move from a spot.
Now that I am light, now do I fly; now do I see myself under myself. Now there danceth a God in me.
Thus spoke Zarathustra.”