(once again, this is part the sixth. that final installment in the saga...i currently couldnt find part 1 through 3..and one more time: these were written in my 1st year at the uni. So, take it for what it is worth.)
SOLILOQUY (part 6)
Knoweth that in the time when the fair and nubile young maiden hath traced
thine holy pointing middle finger about the runes of the Phallus depicting
the sacred pictoglyphs of the seven sacred houses of the holy, NAY, the
maiden hath only traced 0.428571428574285 etc. ad infinitum when the Phallus
beganeth to quiver at her amourous touchings... The bowing throng of
worshipers chanted in unison the remaining 0.571428571428571 (carriedeth out
as before to the proper 15th decimal etc. ad infinitum) of the sacred seven
words denoting the sacred pictoglyphs of the seven houses of the holy:
The House of Spincteriah the Academyists
(The obelisk was heard to crack...)
The House of Copros the Objectivists
(An unexplained stench of nauseating proportions then issued forth...)
The House of Expulsiah the Deists
(Gurggling up from the base of the pillar, a sebaceous brown substance spurt
and spat...)
The House of Pepto the Revisionists
(The holy, and most sacred pillar of ZARAPHALLUS began to sink into the
ground from whence it stood...)
ZARATHUSTRA winceth his nose and turned up his face in an expression of
divine disgust as the worshippers then proceedeth to smear the fecal material
that issued forth from the hole which had only recently been the foundation
of the holy phallus...
"Sorrow I feel not for this lost tribe..." ZARATHUSTRA spake with
remorse... "Nay, tis pity which provideth the modus necessary for such
displays of filth and perversity..."
ZARATHUSTRA turned away from the sorid sight, hanging his head low- "I
preached of the over-coming-" He lamented- "and they came all over... I
chastised myself for preaching, believing it was I who nurtured their ignoble
behavior... Then I incited revolution, 'To overcome the over-coming!' shouted
I to the heavens 'That is the Law, and the Law is the Will... The Will to
overcome!... Look not to the skies, for the Law is in you!'
"But they heareth me not, for the sound of anthemic prayer still raises
the din of Hell, choking out the peace and serenity of letting go. Nay, the
species is a damned virus trapped in a fermenting vacuum somewhere between
Heaven and Hell..."
ZARATHUSTRA turneth his low-hung head one last time before vanishing over
the hill above the city below, the citizens no longer visible as the entire
valley was now a lake filled with the shit-like substance, having drowned
them all...
ZARATHUSTRA continued with his mental ponderings: "If man could only see
from this vantage, as do I, that his mind is filled with the same stuff which
still bubbles up from beneath that resevoir... Man is the only beast born
with the spirit to KNOW THYSELF, and yet the apostate man stains his spirit
of KNOWING with the slime of UN-KNOWING... The fool has mistaken the Will to
Overcome with the apocryphal belief system of Willing to be Overcome, and now
his fate is appropriately sealed beneath the lapping waves of The Shit Sea..."
ZARATHUSTRA of course was not alone. As the sun sank on yet another day,
his Shadow stretched forth in front of him, ZARATHUSTRA asked of his Shadow
thus:
"Tell me Shade-" saith he- "Why must thee cast such forlorn spectres
perpetually upon thy ground? Why hath it been ordained that ye shall forever
be the opponant to what is considerd right and just? Why must ye perpetually
cast down..."
And after a short interlude, as a slight breeze wafted up from the valley
below, carrying with it a reminder of the immediate past, ZARATHUSTRA heard
his Shadow respond:
"O great and wizened one, thee hast much to learn. It is not that I
forever cast down, but that ye and thine kind forever place thyselves upon
perilous precipices from whence thou perpetully falls, and in thine ascent,
thouest sees thy Shadow staring up from below and thouest blamest thine
unfortunate fall from on high on thee..."
Just as ZARATHUSTRA'S Shadow finished speaking, the sun sank below the
horizon, and the Shadow was gone. ZARATHUSTRA stood there alone with the
impending night descending upon him with a vengence...
"Ah!-" ZARATHUSTRA exclaimed- "Now I truly do see... To overcome and
exert the Will that is the Law that thine self be Overcome, one must like the
darkness overtaketh light, seize the lowly self with clasping hands and choke
the breath out from its lungs... Let not the Fury's proclaim this a crime,
Nay, let it be spoken down from the very non-existent Heavens, and up from
imagined Hells, that to snuff the light from the lowly self and stand alone
in the utter black is THE ONLY SUPREME JUSTICE and HOMAGE to the WIll that is
The Law, The Law of Overcoming... Let it be stated henceforth that on this
eve, ZARATHUSTRA hath seen without the use of his eyes, the truth, and the
truth is a phrase and that phrase be: To Do What Thou Wilt, One Must Be
Willing To Do What Must Be Done... That is the Whole Of The Law. The Law of
Overcoming..."
SOLILOQUY (part 6)
Knoweth that in the time when the fair and nubile young maiden hath traced
thine holy pointing middle finger about the runes of the Phallus depicting
the sacred pictoglyphs of the seven sacred houses of the holy, NAY, the
maiden hath only traced 0.428571428574285 etc. ad infinitum when the Phallus
beganeth to quiver at her amourous touchings... The bowing throng of
worshipers chanted in unison the remaining 0.571428571428571 (carriedeth out
as before to the proper 15th decimal etc. ad infinitum) of the sacred seven
words denoting the sacred pictoglyphs of the seven houses of the holy:
The House of Spincteriah the Academyists
(The obelisk was heard to crack...)
The House of Copros the Objectivists
(An unexplained stench of nauseating proportions then issued forth...)
The House of Expulsiah the Deists
(Gurggling up from the base of the pillar, a sebaceous brown substance spurt
and spat...)
The House of Pepto the Revisionists
(The holy, and most sacred pillar of ZARAPHALLUS began to sink into the
ground from whence it stood...)
ZARATHUSTRA winceth his nose and turned up his face in an expression of
divine disgust as the worshippers then proceedeth to smear the fecal material
that issued forth from the hole which had only recently been the foundation
of the holy phallus...
"Sorrow I feel not for this lost tribe..." ZARATHUSTRA spake with
remorse... "Nay, tis pity which provideth the modus necessary for such
displays of filth and perversity..."
ZARATHUSTRA turned away from the sorid sight, hanging his head low- "I
preached of the over-coming-" He lamented- "and they came all over... I
chastised myself for preaching, believing it was I who nurtured their ignoble
behavior... Then I incited revolution, 'To overcome the over-coming!' shouted
I to the heavens 'That is the Law, and the Law is the Will... The Will to
overcome!... Look not to the skies, for the Law is in you!'
"But they heareth me not, for the sound of anthemic prayer still raises
the din of Hell, choking out the peace and serenity of letting go. Nay, the
species is a damned virus trapped in a fermenting vacuum somewhere between
Heaven and Hell..."
ZARATHUSTRA turneth his low-hung head one last time before vanishing over
the hill above the city below, the citizens no longer visible as the entire
valley was now a lake filled with the shit-like substance, having drowned
them all...
ZARATHUSTRA continued with his mental ponderings: "If man could only see
from this vantage, as do I, that his mind is filled with the same stuff which
still bubbles up from beneath that resevoir... Man is the only beast born
with the spirit to KNOW THYSELF, and yet the apostate man stains his spirit
of KNOWING with the slime of UN-KNOWING... The fool has mistaken the Will to
Overcome with the apocryphal belief system of Willing to be Overcome, and now
his fate is appropriately sealed beneath the lapping waves of The Shit Sea..."
ZARATHUSTRA of course was not alone. As the sun sank on yet another day,
his Shadow stretched forth in front of him, ZARATHUSTRA asked of his Shadow
thus:
"Tell me Shade-" saith he- "Why must thee cast such forlorn spectres
perpetually upon thy ground? Why hath it been ordained that ye shall forever
be the opponant to what is considerd right and just? Why must ye perpetually
cast down..."
And after a short interlude, as a slight breeze wafted up from the valley
below, carrying with it a reminder of the immediate past, ZARATHUSTRA heard
his Shadow respond:
"O great and wizened one, thee hast much to learn. It is not that I
forever cast down, but that ye and thine kind forever place thyselves upon
perilous precipices from whence thou perpetully falls, and in thine ascent,
thouest sees thy Shadow staring up from below and thouest blamest thine
unfortunate fall from on high on thee..."
Just as ZARATHUSTRA'S Shadow finished speaking, the sun sank below the
horizon, and the Shadow was gone. ZARATHUSTRA stood there alone with the
impending night descending upon him with a vengence...
"Ah!-" ZARATHUSTRA exclaimed- "Now I truly do see... To overcome and
exert the Will that is the Law that thine self be Overcome, one must like the
darkness overtaketh light, seize the lowly self with clasping hands and choke
the breath out from its lungs... Let not the Fury's proclaim this a crime,
Nay, let it be spoken down from the very non-existent Heavens, and up from
imagined Hells, that to snuff the light from the lowly self and stand alone
in the utter black is THE ONLY SUPREME JUSTICE and HOMAGE to the WIll that is
The Law, The Law of Overcoming... Let it be stated henceforth that on this
eve, ZARATHUSTRA hath seen without the use of his eyes, the truth, and the
truth is a phrase and that phrase be: To Do What Thou Wilt, One Must Be
Willing To Do What Must Be Done... That is the Whole Of The Law. The Law of
Overcoming..."