Forty-six years ago, two cousins of Queen Elizabeth and three distant cousins – five persons – were found to be insane. Silently they were put into an insane asylum, and the public was not made aware of it. And you will be surprised: when asked what happened to those two cousins – because they had suddenly disappeared – it was informed from the royal family sources that those two cousins were dead; and they were in a mad asylum. One has died just now, that’s why the whole thing has become alive again – “We were thinking that she had died forty-six years ago; now she has died again!”

What about the other? It has been found that she is still alive. And she is not alone – three other cousins are also in the mad asylum. That too has been kept secret for forty-six years. And these are the people who are the models….

All around the world, man seems to be the meanest and the most cunning animal of all the animals. Zarathustra’s whole effort is to bring innocence to man: the freedom of the sky, the silence of the sky, the purity of the sky, the innocence of the sky.

O sky above me! O pure, deep sky! You abyss of light! Gazing into you, I tremble with divine desires.

What are the divine desires?…a longing to transcend all that man has treasured up to now as valuable.

What he has been thinking of as ornaments are nothing but chains; what he has been thinking of as houses are nothing but prisons; what he has been thinking of as family does not help him to grow, but makes him retarded. What he has been thinking of as religions – which are supposed to lead man towards God – are the only people preventing man from any search for God.

A divine longing is to transcend all these barriers and to move into the unknown sky, in search of the impossible. The beauty of his idea is that by searching for the impossible you will find yourself. You cannot find yourself unless your longing is for the impossible. Only that great longing can raise you high above all human limitations, can clean you from all that has polluted you, can make your soul just as vast as the sky, and as pure as the sky.

To cast myself into your height – that is my depth.

Zarathustra says, “Your height is my depth. Less than that will not satisfy me.”

To hide myself in your purity – that is my innocence!

And unless I am as pure as you are, I will not know my own innocence.

The god is veiled by his beauty: thus you hide your stars. You do not speak: thus you proclaim to me your wisdom.