
Rage
By only turning his glance absentmindedly to space, his demonic diaphaneity grasps endless pieces of spacetime events, and flashing miracles as his Zarathustra takes control of his creativity, in a maniacal rage, rupturing in the power of his benevolence, he disarms the martyr to nakedness and forces upon him didactic phrases and abysmal concepts to be written and dictated as if somewhere in his pneuma the barriers of logic were swept away by the cascading avalanche of imagery, perhaps never such a powerful overflow of words were created ecstatically to overwhelm the man with the thick eyeglasses and gigantic mustache who assumed the gift to relay Zarathustra’s message to the humble man lost in his humbleness, which erased his human pride and his personal immortality