Zarathustra is right: don’t be bothered about the neighbor. Be concerned about a friend, and create as much love as you are capable of. And the more you create love, the more you will find you are capable of.
There is no limit, no boundary, for your being loving – you can love infinitely.
And if you can shower somebody with your love totally, you are going to change him – and his being, and his soul.
His emphasis moving from the neighbor – neighbor means the crowd – to the friend is significant: the friend means “the chosen one.” The neighbor is accidental; the friend has to be looked for, searched for. And the principle should be: Look for a man who has the capacity to fulfill the distant goal of being a superman.
There are so many people…just nobody has loved them so much that they have become their ultimate actualities. Nobody cared about them, nobody showered love on them so that they can blossom. Your love should be a spring to them.
This world needs not neighbors but friends – friends who love but don’t interfere, friends who love but have no conditions, friends who love but leave you absolutely independent.
A world full of love and friendship should be the goal. Less than that is not going to save humanity.
…Thus spake Zarathustra.