چنین گفت زرتشت می خوانم این روزها. همه چیز از یک جمله شروع شد که تصادفا در جایی دیدم اش به نقل از نیچه:

To be sure, I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

گشتم پی اش که ببینم چیست و از کجاست. گذرم افتاد به جایی که کلِ کتاب را گذاشته اند برای خواندن. عالی است:

 "The sun hath been long set," said he at last, "the meadow is damp, and from the forest cometh coolness.

An unknown presence is about me, and gazeth thoughtfully. What! Thou livest still, Zarathustra?

Why? Wherefore? Whereby? Whither? Where? How? Is it not folly still to live?—

Ah, my friends; the evening is it which thus interrogateth in me. Forgive me my sadness!

Evening hath come on: forgive me that evening hath come on!"

Thus sang Zarathustra.