If all must be Zarathustra, will none be? So seems the obvious conclusion, if one were To attempt to count the ten thousand things, Whose infinitude, various wants, and Numerous desires seek to overwhelm the Seeker with a sense of impotent self-flagella, Or to take up arms and enforce first name Zar Last Athustra, upon those who these stick bundlers Call ewes and rams; rage ramblers, let your vision Fade into the cacophony and may all or none Realize that each is already entirely what we are.