Once the soul looked contemptuously on the body, and then that
contempt was the supreme thing:- the soul wished the body meagre,
ghastly, and famished. Thus it thought to escape from the body and the
Oh, that soul was itself meagre, ghastly, and famished; and
cruelty was the delight of that soul!
But ye, also, my brethren, tell me: What doth your body say about
your soul? Is your soul not poverty and pollution and wretched
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, part 1.
Jeg tænker altid tilbage på kynikerne når jeg læser dette citat og at der stadig er folk der mener at det materielle skal “overkommes”.