Monkey Kings

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 windows and leap to freedom. Escape from the bad smell! Escape from the idolatry of the superfluous!

Thus Spoke Zarathustra , Part II
Walter Kaufmann translation from


2 comments on “Monkey Kings

  1. You’ve had me mystified for some time with all the Nietzsche.


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