...State is the name of the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly it tells lies too; and this lie crawls out of its mouth: "I, the state, am the people." That is a lie! It was creators who created peoples and hung a faith and a love over them: thus they served life.

..."On earth there is nothing greater than I: the order-ing finger of God am I"-thus roars the monster....Alas, to you too, you great souls, it whispers its dark lies....With heroes and honorable men it would surround itself, the new idol! It likes to bask in the sunshine of good consciences - the cold monster

...State I call it where all drink poison, the good and the wicked; state, where all lose themselves, the good and the wicked; state, where the slow suicide of all is called "life."

State is the name of the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly it tells lies too; and this lie crawls out of its mouth: "I, the state, am the people." That is a lie! It was creators who created peoples and hung a faith and a love over them: thus they served life.

It is annihilators who set traps for the many and call them "state": they hang a sword and a hundred appetites over them.

Where there is still a people, it does not understand the state and hates it as the evil eye and the sin against customs and rights.

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Indeed, a hellish artifice was invented there, a horse of death, clattering in the finery of divine honors. In-deed, a dying for many was invented there, which praises itself as life: verily, a great service to all preach-ers of death!

State I call it where all drink poison, the good and the wicked; state, where all lose themselves, the good and the wicked; state, where the slow suicide of all is called "life." Behold the superfluous! They steal the works of the inventors and the treasures of the sages for themselves; "education" they call their theft - and everything turns to sickness and misfortune for them.

Behold the superfluous! They are always sick; they vomit their gall and call it a newspaper. They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.

Behold the superfluous! They gather riches and be-come poorer with them. They want power and first the lever of power, much money-the impotent pau-pers!

Watch them clamber, these swift monkeys! They clamber over one another and thus drag one another into the mud and the depth. They all want to get to the throne: that is their madness-as if happiness sat on the throne. Often mud sits on the throne-and often also the throne on mud. Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys and overardent. Foul smells their idol, the cold monster: foul they smell to me altogether, these idolators.

My brothers, do you want to suffocate in the fumes of their snouts and appetites? Rather break the win-dows and leap to freedom.

Escape from the bad smell! Escape from the idolatry of the superfluous!

Escape from the bad smell! Escape from the steam of these human sacrifices!

The earth is free even now for great souls. There are still many empty seats for the lonesome and the twosome, fanned by the fragrance of silent seas.

A free life is still free for great souls. Verily, who-ever possesses little is possessed that much less: praised be a little poverty!

Only where the state ends, there begins the human being who is not superfluous: there begins the song of necessity, the unique and inimitable tune.

Where the state ends-look there, my brothers! Do you not see it, the rainbow and the bridges of the over-man?

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Indeed, a hellish artifice was invented there, a horse of death, clattering in the finery of divine honors. In-deed, a dying for many was invented there, which praises itself as life: verily, a great service to all preach-ers of death!

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