I see the end. The end of man; we decaying ones, fertilizer to the next ones, the übermenchen. The will of man is peeking around a corner. Overwhelming sadness we will feel, a Great Sorrow and Great Nostalgia—perhaps a Great War even must accompany a Great Leap to the man of tomorrow; perhaps Man isn’t even the term for him, but god-slave or slave-god: what does one call a will-er whose Will has enslaved him but given him also the whip and a boundless dark room? The great programmer will show us once and for all that as we kill our gods we become them (some of us). But new gods, gods of their own morals, unanchored from old mores eventually create devils for themselves, and devils of themselves, too. Commanding and obedience are inevitable, as the nature —I say again, Nature; of the overcomers of new, whenever there comes a time for overcoming and newness— of every man, as every animal, is either the type for commanding or for obeying, or in his best form; both, which is a higher nobility than the even the commanding instinct. To see oneself as new god is to command, and to witness a new god is to work out one’s new faith; through fear and trembling for the obedient type; through fair-minded worthy wit in the fellow commanding type; through honest service and striving in the knightly type. There is no point in becoming a god but in the subjecting of subjects to one’s will or in service to such a god. This is the overcoming spirit that drives any new god. Nostalgia may be a sadness and sorrow of the overcome, whilst being thrown off by the over-go-er, but to my mind it is a sweet sadness. New gods should realize nostalgia as the sweetest and sharpest poison for new slaves; better than bread and circuses, better than pablum and soma; a feeling for the old veil of the time before time stopped and spun again forever in place, the time when these proto-gods were forming but without knowing it (even for themselves); a happy period—or might I better say—a comma is all they seek. My advice to future gods; you will have your time, and for a long time. Would that you could keep it, for it will have been earned (and who should deny you the spoils of your own war?), but do mind the good keeping with proper maintenance of the obedient types; they need their commas if your books are to be long and interesting.