As you might guess, I still keep thinking and am fully busy with what is happening in the country of my birth and how many young people and children get injured or die there. I try to help translate news and research and share as far as I can. What could I do more? Indeed that will be a true tragedy in our century. In the hope of the last win!

Anyway, I remain in Iran after this prologue, the ancient Persian and Zarathustra. I’m still wondering again and again why human needs religion(s), and I look at my past and the old God Ahura Mazda; I would say this one was surely more acceptable than the Hebrew Gods: (I say gods because there are more than one: Yahweh, God; Jesus’s father, and Allah.) I do admit that t is also a religion, but Ahura Mazda had only three commandments and not ten! “Good Thoughts, Good Words, and Good Deeds”. It sounds so simple and clean, but man-made religion has never been God-made religion!

Here I present a part of Friedrich Nietzsche’s book, Thus Spoke Zarathustra. It was not so easy for me to translate it from German to English, but I hope I have got the main topic!

The name of it is “Das Tanzlied”: “The Dance Song.” I hope you will enjoy it.

One evening Zarathustra went through the forest with his disciples, and when he was looking for a well, behold, he came to a green meadow surrounded by trees and bushes, where the girls were dancing together. As soon as the girls recognized Zarathustra, they stopped dancing; But Zarathustra approached them with a friendly gesture and spoke these words:

Don’t stop dancing, you lovely girls! No spoilsport came to you with an evil eye—no girl enemy. I am God’s advocate before the devil: but he is the spirit of heaviness. How should I, your light, divine dances, be fine? Or girls’ feet with nice ankles?

I am indeed a forest and a night of dark trees: But whoever is not afraid of my darkness will also find rose slopes under my cypresses. And he also likes the little God who is dear to the girls: He lies next to the fountain, quiet, with closed eyes.

Probably in broad daylight, he sniffed at me, the idler! Was he chasing butterflies too much? Do not be angry with me, you beautiful dancers, if I punish the little God a little! He will probably scream and cry – but he is still crying to laugh!

And with tears in his eyes, he shall ask you for a dance; and I myself want to sing a song to his dance: a dance song and a mockery of the spirit of gravity, my highest, the most powerful devil, of whom they say that he is the lord of the world.

And this is the song that Zarathustra sang when Cupid and the girls were dancing together. In your eyes, I looked lately, oh life! And I seemed to be sinking into the unfathomable. But you men always gift us with your own virtues – ah, you virtuous ones!

So she laughed, the incredible, but I never believed her and her laughter when she speaks evil of herself. And when I spoke in private with my wild wisdom, she growled: “You want, you desire, you love, that’s why you praise life!”

I almost answered angrily and told the angry one the truth; one cannot answer more wickedly than when one “tells the truth” to one’s wisdom. That’s how it is between the three of us. Basically, I just love life- and, truly, most of all, when I hate it!

But the fact that I am good at wisdom and often too good: That makes it! She reminds me very much of life! She has her eyes, her laughter, even her golden fishing rod: What is my fault that the two look so alike? And that life once asked me: who is that… wisdom? – I said eagerly: Oh yes, the wisdom! One thirsts for them and never gets enough; one sees through veils, one catches through nets. Is she beautiful? What do I know? But the oldest carp are still baited with it.

Changeable is she and defiant; I often saw her bite her lip and comb her hair again. Perhaps she is bad and false, and in everything a room woman, but when she speaks badly of herself, that is when she most often seduces.

When I said this to life, it laughed maliciously and closed its eyes. Who are you talking about? Said that, well, from me? And if you were right – they say that to my face like that! But now also speak of your wisdom! Ah, and now you opened your eyes again, O beloved life! And to us unfathomable ones, I seemed to sink again.

So sang Zarathustra. But he became sad when the dance was over and the girls had gone. The sun has long gone down, he said at last; the meadow is damp, and the cold comes from the forest.

An unknown is around me and looks thoughtful. What! Are you still alive, Zarathustra? Why? What for? Whereby? To where? Where? How? Isn’t it folly to be still alive?

Oh, my friends, it is the evening that asks me like this. Forgive my sadness! It was evening; Forgive me that it became evening!

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Thus spoke Zarathustra!