You say 'I' and you are proud of this word. But greater than this- although you will not believe in it - is your body and its great intelligence, which does not say 'I' but performs 'I'.
I want to speak to the despisers of the body. I would not have them learn and teach differently, but merely say farewell to their own bodies-- and thus become silent.
There is more wisdom in your body than in your best wisdom. And who then knows why your body needs precisely your best wisdom?
Every living body continuously eliminates feces, it rejects what is not serviceable to the assimilating organism: what man despises, what arouses his disgust, what he calls evil, are excrements.
When one thinks profusely and cleverly, not only his face but his body too takes on a clever appearance.
The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.
But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.
Your soul will be dead even before your body: fear nothing further.
Body am I entirely, and nothing else; and soul is only a word for something about the body.
In true love it is the soul that envelops the body.
Our body is simply a social structure made of many souls.
We operate with nothing but things which do not exist, with lines, planes, bodies, atoms, divisible time, divisible space - how should explanation even be possible when we first make everything into an image, into our own image!