The Anarchist is a Dancer
I would believe only in a god who could
And when I saw my devil I found him
serious, thorough, profound and solemn;
it was the spirit of gravity — through him
all things fall.
Not by wrath does one kill but by
Come let us kill the spirit of
I have learned to walk:
ever since, I let myself run.
I have learned to fly.
Now I am light,
now I fly,
now I see myself beneath
now a god dances
(Zarathustra, “On Reading and Writing”) Continue reading