We live in a strange falsification of life.

Oh, how people support superficial measures.

The crowd looks at books as if they have a foul odor.

As if truth were and incompetent creature.

They conceal their true selves behind an idol.

Oh, how poisonous and vengeful they are.

The crowd buries themselves behind a bad smelling idol.

The individual wraps himself in truth.

He is judged by the crowd from behind a heap.

The crowd lies vices into virtues.

One should not hide behind an idol if one wishes to breathe fresh air.

The crowd goes voluntarily to the slaughterhouse and drags the individual with them.

Oh, what a wicked world we live in.

Does truth and falsehood exist anymore?

The idol can only bring forward deceit.

The mind’s strength can be measured by how much truth it can endure.

You are a prisoner of your own mind, shine a light on the shadow.

The idol is the danger of dangers.

Do you want to be friends with the truth?

Disregard the so-called modern ideas—they are filth.

The idol will lead the herd to apparent happiness and security.

Have the courage to be honest with yourself.

The idol is the death of peoples.

He puts forward fanciful dreams, beware, he is a silver-tongued destroyer.

The herdsmen clamoring for the throne are not understood by the herd.

The silver tongue hides behind stolen teeth.

He will draw you in with his tongue, and bite you with those teeth.

Then he exclaims: freedom will come if you worship me.

The idols are charlatans, the crowd is full of clattering buffoons.

The idol and idolators, madmen they all are.

Withdrawal from idolatry, be friends with the truth.

Flee to the truth before the silver-tongued charlatan destroys it.

Truth can still be captured.

The idol, the slow suicide of all.

References

Friedrich Nietzsche; Beyond Good and Evil

Friedrich Nietzsche; Thus Spoke Zarathustra