{"id":63,"date":"2002-11-06T19:13:12","date_gmt":"2002-11-07T03:13:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jokeofalltrades.com\/root\/?p=63"},"modified":"2002-11-06T19:13:12","modified_gmt":"2002-11-07T03:13:12","slug":"i-proclaim-the-death-of-spirit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/2002\/11\/06\/i-proclaim-the-death-of-spirit\/","title":{"rendered":"I proclaim the death of spirit."},"content":{"rendered":"
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\n“And what is the student doing in the office?” asked Zarathustra.\n<\/p>\n

\nThe student answered: “I make songs and sing them; and when I make songs, I laugh, I cry, and hum: thus I exercise my spirit. With singing, crying, lauging, and humming, I exercise the spirit that is my spirit. But what do you bring us as a gift?”\n<\/p>\n

\nWhen Zarathustra had heard these words he bid the student farewell and said: “What could I have to give you? But let me go quickly lest I take something from you!” And thus they separated, the young one and the man, laughing as two boys laugh.\n<\/p>\n

\nBut when Zarathustra was alone he spoke thus to his heart: “Could it be possible? This young man in the office has not yet heard anything of this, that his spirit is dead<\/em>!”\n<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\nRipped and adapted shamelessly from Kaufmann’s translation of Zarathustra<\/a><\/i>.\n<\/p>\n

\nI am in mourning. I am in mourning for my passion, my interest, the liveliness and caprice and energy of my curiosity. It is irretrievably gone<\/em>; it has parted; it has left. All my curiosity is idle<\/em> curiosity, curiosity for lack of anything worthwhile to occupy my thoughts.\n<\/p>\n

\nI am in the middle of a series of large and serious changes in my environment, habits, circumstances, opportunities and routines. I’m changing cities, jobs, friends, occupations, direction in life. I’m weathering a tremendous quake, my world is being shaken to its roots—and no one else has felt a tremor<\/em>. This man, whatever the old cliché might say, is an island. An old volcano, falling dormant.\n<\/p>\n

\nNP: Interpol, Stella Was a Diver and She Was Always Down<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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