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Chapter 9: Of Life and Love and of War and Warriors

What have we in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it?

Have you seen in the early morning sun, a rosebud with a dewdrop shining with the soft rays of the sun, almost like a pearl.and the rosebud is dancing in the wind?

He is asking, What we have in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it? There is no meaning, no purpose, in the sense purpose is understood in the marketplace. But the rosebud is immensely joyful - the dewdrop and the rising sun and the morning breeze. The moment is precious - it is a moment of dance.

This dance is not going to bring money; this dance is not going to bring fame; this dance is not going to make the rosebud respectable. This dance is not for anybody else to see; it is not waiting for an audience to applaud. This dance is a value in itself; it is a joy, purposeless, meaningless. It is not a commodity.

That is what is common between us and the rosebud. We should also rejoice in the moment. We should also dance in the sun, in the wind, in the rain. And the dance in itself is the reward. You should not ask, “For what?” We have forgotten all intrinsic values and Zarathustra is reminding us that values are not outside us, they are intrinsic.

When I was a student in the university, I used to wake up early, three o’clock in the morning. The university where I was, was surrounded by mountains, and at three o’clock in the night the roads were empty, no traffic. I used to run for miles. Slowly, slowly students started asking, “What is the purpose of it?”

I said, “Purpose? It is so joyous to be in the wind, in the silent night full of stars, no traffic on the road; the trees are fast asleep on both sides of the road. It was a fairyland, and to dance with the wind..”

A few became interested, just out of curiosity, “One day at least, I am going to come.” Slowly, slowly a group of almost two dozen students started dancing on those roads. The manager of the university canteen approached me and he said, “I will not take any money from you for your food, for your milk, for your tea - even for your guests. But stop what you have started! These twenty boys used to eat two, three chappatis at the most; now they are eating twenty chappatis. You will kill me; I am a poor contractor: now twenty boys are eating almost the food that was enough for two hundred students. Have mercy on me.”

I said, “It will be very difficult for me to prevent them, because they have tasted the joy.”

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