A light hath dawned on me: I need companions! Living companions - not the dead weight of followers having no will of their own, which I must carry about with me. Companions they must be and followers not - who run toward the future beside me because they follow their inner heart to do so and not because I will it.
A light hath dawned upon me: do not talk to the people of 'my people', 'Zarathustra's people', but of companions! My brethren and sistren! Zarathustra is not to be a shepherd dog! Yet, to lure them away from the herd - that is indeed why I have come. The shepherds will be angry and will call Zarathustra a theif.
Shepherds... They call themselves the 'good' and 'righteous'. "Believers of the true faith." But see the good and just! Whom do they hate the most ? The man who breaks their laws and doctrines, the so called 'criminals' - ah, but these are the creators, the mavericks, the inventors! Lo the faithfull of creeds! Behold the most sanctimonious among them. Whom do they detest? The man who broke the law - ah, but he was said to be the son of the creator!
Companions this creator seeks - not corpses eating corpses - not herds and believers and shepards and followers! For I am the collaborator, the creator! And I seeketh, those who will be creators with me - the will write the new laws. Companions! The creator seeks you. And if inded companions be ye be - our harvest will be shared. For the time is ripe for harvest! But how may one man reap what has been sewn? Even if he had a thousand scythes, he could only tear and cut.
For it is ye for whom Zarathustra seeks!
What interest have I in herds of shepherds and corpses and cattle?
No, I shall not be a shepherd. Nor a Clown!
I speak no more to "the people" - for what use is there in addressing zombies?
I will sing my song to the hermits - those who still have ears for the unheard. And their hearts shall burst when I overwhelm them with my joy!
I will attain this goal to reveal the divine truth!