Fellow reaper seeketh the reaper, fellow destroyers seeketh the destroyer. Zarathustra shall be no herdsman, I shall have companions who follow me as the follow themselves. Let those too weak to follow themselves and whose herdsmen, who believe themselves believers of the orthodox belief call me a monster, a robber, and the vilemost evil, but deep down, they know they famish under the tyrannical rule of the soul.
And since you prolly don't understand what I mean: Brainwashed dumbasses never hold relevant words, you cast a moral judgement on me because you don't want to admit the truth: I am strong enough to follow myself, you need a herdsman.