The Cold Monster — Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Zarathustra asks what a state is. He calls it the coldest of all cold monsters. It lies when it says I am the people. Real peoples were built by creators who hung faith and love over them. The state is a trap of swords and cravings laid over many people at once. Where a real people still lives, it hates the state as an evil eye.

Every people speaks its own language of good and evil. The state steals that language and lies in every version of it. It was made for the superfluous ones, the many-too-many. It swallows people and calls slow suicide life. It buys heroes with praise and turns even weary conquerors into idol worshipers. People clamber like apes toward thrones where filth often sits. Newspapers vomit bile. Wealth makes them poorer. Power shows their weakness.

Zarathustra tells his brethren to leave the bad smell and step into open air. Blessed is moderate poverty. Where the state ends, the necessary person begins. There you may hear the single irreplaceable melody and see the rainbow bridge toward the Superman. The state offers a death-horse dressed in divine honors. It whispers to rich hearts and finds tired heroes to serve its new idol. Zarathustra says break the windows before you choke on the steam of human sacrifice.