Novel & Cerita Thus Spoke Zarathustra A Book For All And None

Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people. It was for me, anyway. :) Please be sure to keep a look out for the third and final book of this series, "Not All Who Dream Are Sleeping".

’’- People are dying, all lying in the ground, blood is splattered in many directions- but those who are still safe didn’t run for their lives, but instead, they pray and pray- for a savior that isn’t coming down from heavens. ‘’I can hear them… the people, but I am not helping them. I am not the Creator, this creator they’re praying to is already gone.’’ The strange symbol appeared in Zaru’s eyes. ‘’Hear me out people, I am He, the author of the book of DEOS, your prayers reached me, but I can’t help you. I need to rest.’’ -And his voice reached the worshipers’ ears. Niru is confused and asked-

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

Anything to avoid direct eye contact with him. “I have no idea why you keep on coming here,” he said in an unusually calm and collected tone... The calm before the storm. “I... Connie... She Uh...” God! Why can't I stop stammering?! “Connie invited me over to___” “You don't belong here Vance... So stop trying so hard to fit in, ”

“There are some things written there that will help you understand your new self.” “That huge book? Reading it sounds stressful already.” “The book just looks big,” the man smirked and he got up as well, “but the contents only fill the first few pages. The remaining pages are blank.” Zara frowned. At that point, to her, everything about that realm was confusing and unnecessarily extra. As she scoffed, she asked, “Why would anyone make such a page? The writer could have just packaged the first few pages and saved paper.”

Somewhere in a grove no one could map, a book lay open on a flat stone its pages blank save for a single line, written not in ink, but pressed with intention: “Here is where we did not speak and still, the world listened.” A wind turned the page. Then left it open for the next to come.

Kriss replied, rolling his eyes, not denying he stole it. The brothers smirked and Zadicus said, “Tristan, tell him.” Zadicus said. At this point, it gained everyone’s attention because when Tristan shares words of wisdom, they hold immense power in them. “Here you go.” Tristan smirked, giving Kriss' book back, resting his hand on the back of his head, closing his eyes. Ready to flex his flairs. “Page 157, paragraph one, ‘Those who desired malevolence left my path for fathoming devastation for I, who guided you on righteous must halt before my wrath.’”

"I read a book that says 'Some fates cannot be changed, even if they are changed because, its destiny. And destines are sometimes inevitable. Even though I do not know what is waiting for me in the near end, it could be good, bad, or worse. But it's bound to happen anyway, right? if you show me, I will be tempted and desperate to change the tragedies in it, and those are what makes us learn, they are the core part that contributes to our experiences. Changing it will make us alter our lifeline and live cowardly. So I'll rather leave it to time and nature's way to unfold it at it's own pace, I will live it and not fight it. If it's not meant to be changed, it would still and surely find me, n

Don’t vanish away My desire to speak I am not in vain But I am when without thee Speech gives excellence To concept at hand I create infinity But not without a cat I nurture peace I make sense Life will begin As it never has I know my limits As a person with resources But I mind doesn’t depict limits It has a different story The wisest of men When did speak? Storm forgot the way To cause unease I will look at the clouds Each time it pleases me within I will walk safe without a sound Life is not alone of the rich We too live We too live Not counting self in infinity

"Those who cling to perceptions and views wander the world offending people." The old man raised his arm and pointed at a large book sitting on a stand directly below the raised baptismal pool. "Here, take a look." He shuffled over to the old-school type of hardbound book and flipped a few chunks of pages, then, one by one, until he found the right spot. "See, have a look." The old man began to read. "Those who cling to perceptions and views wander the world offending people." "What the hell was it supposed to mean?"Javier was incredulous.