ex-l wrote:I think we should all gang up and swear a blood to promise never to return and REALLY screw up their Kalpa this time ...
I will start working on an ex-affidavit straight away.
Until you get the forms printed I will do it here online.
I do solemnly swear that I will never, ever, return to the BKs.
Nietzsche wrote:"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, 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 honourable 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 lustre of your virtues and the glance of your proud eyes.
It wants to use you to lure the many too many. Yes, a cunning device of hell has here been devised, a horse of death jingling with the trappings of divine honours.
Yes, a death for many has here been devised that glorifies itself as life: truly, a heart-felt service to all preachers of death!
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 work of inventors and the treasures of the wise: they call their theft culture - and they turn everything to sickness and calamity.
Just look at these suprfluous people! They aquire wealth and make themselves poorer with it. They desire power and especially the lever of power, plenty of money - these impotent people!
See them clamber, these nimble apes! They clamber over one another and so scuffle into the mud and the abyss.
They all strive towards the throne: it is a madness they have - as if happiness sat upon the throne. Often filth sits upon the throne and often the throne upon filth too.
They seem mad to me and clambering apes and too vehement. Their idol, that cold monster, smells unpleasant to me: all of them, all these idolators, smell unpleasant to me.
My Brothers and Sisters, do you then want to suffocate in their fumes? Better to break free and leap into the open air.
Leave their bad odour. Leave the idolatry of the superfluous.
The earth still remains free for great souls. Many places - the odour of tranquil seas blowing about them - are still empty for solitaries and solitary couples.
A free life still remains for great souls.
There does the person who is not superfluous begin. there does the unique and irreplaceable melody begin.
There, where their state ceases, look there, my Brothers, my Sisters. Do you not see it?
The rainbow and the bridges to the superman?"
Thus spoke Zarathustra.