Also sprach Zarathustra

A man comes down from a mountain with a message nobody asked for. Zarathustra has been alone with the sun for ten years. He is done with that. He walks into the marketplace and tells the crowd their God is gone, their comfort is a trap, and man is a rope over an abyss — something to cross, not a sofa. They laugh. They want the last man, the one who blinks and stays warm. This is not a treatise. It is a sermon against sermons: wild, mocking, sung more than argued. A book for everyone and no one. If you came for footnotes, you came to the wrong prophet.