Zarathustra never spoke

Zarathustra never spoke, his tongue and vocal cords were cut with fire, steel and water by the witches of Armenia when he was 1 week old:

in animadversion and odium for the man the young Zarathustra grew, bearing on his shoulders the fastidiousness of the mutism, condemned forever to sing not, or to speak, and from there comes his holiness, and from there he was called Mouth of Platinum, and the multitudes reunited on the violet verandas to hear his silence.

His two disciples: Sri Impalpable Bonzi & Sri Transnudens Batmon, in enormous act of solidarity with the master, cut their vocal cords and tongue by their own hand, using flashing Brazilian Tramontinas and permanganate of potash:

blond of pureness -as the sun oxygenized his mane- Zarathustra marched toward Paris, crossing the Silk Road and Asia Minor on foot, exoteric travel in which Zarathustra was assisted by vultures that vomited the carrion of their beaks on his mouth to aliment him.

Entering through the colossal doors of Magnesia, the master saw the copulating trigon of Caries, 13th zodiacal sign, prohibited and hidden in the 2nd century AD by the Catholicism and the Satanism allied.



We see Zarathustra, 2 years later, sermoning and lecturing people at Quay d'Orsay every Sunday morning by means of sign language, with the ceremonious cadence of a fucking prick.

The youths of le Parti Socialiste overcrowded the place to hear Zarathustra speaking with his hands words of wisdom and admonition for the life, notwithstanding sometimes the master amonested the audience with excessive virulence, especially if he drank some wine in the morning.

And were the years of Zarathustra 211, and he died in peace, drinking acidulated yoghurt "La Martona" in his apartment at Rue de Solférino, 23.

And in his 211 years of life, not even a word escaped from his mouth of gillette
and from his bed that night Zarathustra ascended to a non-Christian Heaven, reserved to Arabs and other orientals who are not too sanguinary, and in his nocchurnal apotheosis the eyes of Zarathustra illuminated l'Arc de Triomphe, that looked like a rasti block in the oven of July.