TWILIGHT OF MY INSANITY

Listen my friend, in here we will not be heard, our thoughts will not be read, our words, never to be touched by any eyes.

I have rediscovered a secret I knew all along. I have remembered that only the strong can love. Only the self-sufficient, the person who has so much love for himself can only spare surplus of love to share to others. Only those who have strength overflowing in their veins can share strength with the weak; only those who contains love to the brim can spill it out for others. Only the superman, the overman, the god can love, for he has plenty. Those who has none can give none!

A person who does not love himself cannot love! He can only need love! And that is why he thinks he is searching for love, only to be hurt and frustrated! The one that he seeks is the person that could provide love for him, because he has none! And woe to this pathetic fool, bound to find not love but sadness, for he will suck all the love from everybody, leaving them dry and wilting. It is his destiny to be deserted! The superman, radiating with love which he himself cannot contain will be like honey to the bees; he has so much love he wants to be milked out of it! The superman must love himself first! He cannot love others without loving himself so much!

And he does not want love in return, for this is insult! Imagine a prince giving clothes for the pauper, while the pauper returns a paper crown as gratitude. Though the prince accepts the gift of politeness and in his heart he feels appreciated, at the back of his mind he laughs at the gift, for it is no use for him! He keeps the paper crown as a keepsake, but I assure you this is not the first he will rescue when the castle is on fire!

The overman, above all, loves himself. Others feed on that honey oozing from him. It is bound to be.

Thus spoke Zarathustra.