I now go away alone, my disciples! You too now go away and be alone! So I will have it.
For the first time he has changed his mode of address. He used to address the same people as “my brothers”; now he says “my disciples.” It is a great change, calling other people brothers. Because we are born of the same earth, sustained by the same sky, nourished by the same stars, we are brothers. But that does not make a deep bridge, it is simply stating a fact.
But things have changed in the meantime. While he was talking about the highest value and its qualities the brothers went through a metamorphosis. Now they are listening to him as a master, they have recognized him. He is no longer a stranger, no longer just one of the crowd. It has dawned in their consciousness that by accident they are blessed to have found a master; and he has read in their eyes the change.
Just visualize Zarathustra, with his staff in his hand, in a deep pause – he has said many beautiful things, immensely valuable – and his balancing his staff in his hand indicates his inner state. He is trying to say, or not to say, “Is it possible to say? Or am I longing for the impossible?”
At last he spoke thus, and his voice was different.
This is the second time that it is reported that his voice was different. The first time his voice was different was when he talked about love as the ultimate value and looked in silence at his disciples with great tenderness and lovingness.
His voice had changed. It had become more of the heart, and less of the mind. It forgot logic, it remembered only love. He did not give any argument any more, rather his presence itself became the only argument.
He was love, his value was intrinsic. He was as useless as the beauty of the starry night, or the beauty of a lotus flower, or the music that you hear when the wind passes through the pine trees. And he was self-luminous: his light was not coming from anywhere else. His light was coming from his deepest being, like a fountain, radiating and showering on others. That was the first time his voice changed.
This is the second time, and his voice was again different because, if one can move from the head to the heart, one can still move deeper: from the heart to the being. The head is very rational, convincing – but refutable. The heart is irrational, illogical – but irrefutable. The being is beyond both. It is neither rational nor irrational; it is supra-rational. There is no question of refutation or no refutation – it is self-evident. So the statements that are coming are self-evident statements from the deepest part of Zarathustra’s being.