Whither Olympus?

 

Lamenting,

Ariadne

Residing in the mind of Zarathustra,

Asks: “Where does one find the son of Kronos today?”

And the rest of Zarathustra replies:

But haven’t you heard?

Zeus is Dead!

Modern man and his Ethics have killed him

But his shadow stubbornly lingers

In the mind of every man

Where he commands all day long

Other gods

Who still alive

Go on warring, making mischief

Zipping here and there

Though no longer amongst the stars

But jumping shamelessly

From Neuron to Neuron

From Axon to Dendrite

Alas, no longer do fiery bolts alight from the tips of his fingers

Like those found in electrified and epileptic Caesar

Unruly gods go on roaming unchecked

Zipping here and there

Synapses firing

Leaving men exhausted

Who happy to forget

Conflicting tensions

Either opiate in work all day long

Or Yap and spout baseness and vulgarity

Missing out on chances

Of using their tensions

Yes even their baseness

The many keys to new

Pathos of distances

And new valuations

Or simply better knowing who we are

Thus all man fail

To be fathers of

Children of Instincts

Through whom Zeus

May agains

Speak someday

With fiery lightning

One needs a Zeus

For Olympus to be beuilt here  

On Earth

Man must someday become a God

Thus Spake Melestopheles,

A being rejected by the God of Moses

But Redeemed by Zaratustra

And one day God and He will

Live Fused into One Being

No light and dark

But light-dark

A quantum of force

Where are you my future King?

Where are you the overman?

When will I get to set my eyes on a Man again?

Whither Olympus, my liege?

The last man is calling you!

Replace me!

Raise Alexander ___

When will you come? ___