Excerpts from Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Of The New Idol, R.J. Hollingdale translation
“…the state is the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly it lies, too; and this lie creeps from its mouth: ‘I, the state, am the people’ […]
“It was creators who created people and hung a faith and love over them: thus they served life. It is destroyers who set snares for many and call it the state: they hang a sword and a hundred desires over them […]
“The state lies in all languages of good and evil; and whatever it says, it lies – and whatever it has, it has stolen. Everything about it is false; it bites with stolen teeth. Even its belly is false.
“Confusion of the language of good and evil; I offer you this sign as the sign of the state […]
“Many too many are born: the state was invented for the superfluous! Just see how it lures them, the many-too-many! How it devours them, and chews them, and re-chews them […]
“Ah it whispers its dismal lies to you too, you great souls! Ah, it divines the abundant hearts that like to squander themselves!
“Yes, it divines you too, you conquerors of the old God. You grew weary in battle and now your weariness serves the new idol. It would like to range heroes and honorable men about it, this new idol. It likes to sun itself in the sunshine of good consciences – this cold monster.
“It will give you everything if you worship it, this new idol; thus it buys for itself the luster of your virtue and the glance of your proud eyes. It wants to use you to lure the many-too-many […]
“I call it the state where everyone good and bad is a poison drinker; the state where everyone good and bad loses himself; the state where universal slow suicide is called – life.
“Just look at these superfluous people! They steal for themselves the works of inventors and treasures of the wise; they call their theft culture – and they turn everything to sickness and calamity.
“Just look at these superfluous people! They are always ill, they vomit their bile and call it a newspaper. They devour one another and cannot even digest themselves.
“Just look at these superfluous people! They acquire wealth and make themselves poorer with it. […] See them clamber, these nimble apes! They clamber over one another and so scuffle into the mud and the abyss.
“The earth still remains free for great souls. Many places are still empty for solitaries and solitary couples. A free life still remains for great souls.
“Only there, where the state ceases, does the man who is not superfluous begin; does the song of the necessary man, the unique irreplaceable melody begin.