To the despisers of the body I speak my word. I wish them neither to learn afresh, nor teach anew, but only to bid farewell to their own bodies, -- and thus become silent. Body am I, and soul -- so says the child. And why should one not speak like children? But the awakened one, the knowing one, says: Body am I entirely, and nothing more; and soul is only the name of something about the body. The body is a great wisdom, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd. An instrument of your body is also your small wisdom, my brother, which you call mind-- a little instrument and toy of your great wisdom. I, you say, and are proud of that word. But the greater thing -- in which you are unwilling to believe -- is your body with its great wisdom; that does not say I, but does I. What the sense feels, what the mind knows, never has its end in itself. But sense and mind would rather persuade you that they are the end of all things: so vain are they. Instruments and toys are sense and mind: behind them there is still the Self. The Self seeks with the eyes of the senses, it listens also with the ears of the mind. Always the Self listens and seeks; it compares, masters, conquers, and destroys. It rules, and is also the minds ruler. Behind your thoughts and feelings, my brother, there is a mighty lord, an unknown sage -- it is called Self; it dwells in your body, it is your body. ~ Nietzsche - Thus Spake Zarathustra
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