“The Passage” It was a dead end that is not a dead end. It is I, who bore the vessel of the cup, wander on the great trek of absence where life begin with a doubt and nothingness. In a scorching hot solitude place, I, myself excavated to an endless desert of finding the passage of my existence, if so, there is to look for. Is this the desert I’m searching for? A boundless existence of emptiness unlikely to the vessel I bore to have. Beholding upon the breath of the cupola, I reach the fading bluish white dome extending my earthly body to climb the unreachable escape of the nothingness. I grab it and there I find a futile thought of escaping through the wrong passage. Surrendering from the shudder of utter cold and isolation, my feet trailed against the bed of sands and walk through a pathway nearing the horizon of the sun. Along the way, I find myself in condition of destitute hoping for a place to come by and rest until the morn of tomorrow seize me in a state of slumber. With little things account with me throughout the escapade, I have nothing but the vessel I bore since I decided a life fulfilled with divinity. It was three things yet I have to accomplish before moving to the passage of right and convey the vessel I bore. Among those three things I must pursue, not one at least exists as I have being walking more than a thousand steps of faith. Hence, this thought I’ve decided to find the passage rather pursuing the three things. Then came along a man with a white turf and a long slick of clothing, he, himself carried a stance of an old patched soul that has been through the ages of time. I walked towards him and ask, “Do you know the passage out of this desiccated place? I have through a long walk that I cannot withstand another step to continue my journey.” He was a man of means and yet what brings him to such escapade like mine. Thus, he spoke, “I, myself, accomplished a journey without a passage to bring up but a passage to bring out. There is no passage but yourself.” With confusion baffled my mind, I uttered, “You’ve walked through this deserted place, I believe for quite some time. Certainly, you must know the passage out as you walked before my journey.” The man smiled and replied at me, “You must come with your senses dear child as you have not travel upon such long escapade as this without persistence. What is then the reason you’ve come to this place?”
With this, I replied. “I believe that a wanderer like you would be a doubt in my mind to tell you my purpose. However, I’ll be perfectly able to seek the path I have yet to accomplish even if don’t want to help me.”
The man moved towards my path and said, “Zarathustra that is my name, I bore the title who conceived a struggle between good and evil and found a path beyond good and evil. If so you think a man can help you across your journey, then think otherwise. I am beyond a man.”
Coming along with those words, I set to believe he is among the three things I have to fulfill before my path to the passage. “Zarathustra, as what you tell your name is, it is fine with me if you do not want to help me, but how could a man speak of himself beyond a man?” I replied. Is this the first vessel I have to complete? Because, if this is it, then I have to do something.
“Dear child, even if I know the passage, I cannot tell you for it will be different. However, answering your question, I’ve come undertaking the lengths of overcoming the vulnerability, flaws and devoid of a man and accepting the suffering and fate of a man. Now, I came down from my solitude to tell my retribution of overcoming mankind and end the imprudence. “
“You speak dearly of yourself like a carved stone of perfection. No man can be perfect as what you are telling yourself. I who bore the vessel knows a man is born imperfect, but with a reason to draw out these flaws to seek purpose.” With this, I defended.
“But then you who knows what you believe to know is imprudent. I do not refer to perfection, but overcoming the man that is to know of other worldly hopes. A man that is shackled from the fundamental chains of others are fools that becomes weakling and weary complacent to rely such idiocy. Behold with this dear child, man is something that shall be overcome and this Übermensch shall be the meaning of the earth.” He preached.
I spat out, “Übermensch? Impossible! How can a man overcome himself with an inevitable deterrence of social contract? I think it is more foolish to say an individual can overcome such lengths of stigmatism and dissonance.”
“Man has the will to power to do anything he is capable of doing. Thus, man has a drive to be as free from constraints to command the wills of others. It is the strong to survive the race rather than the weak who amalgamates to pity one selves.” He replied
I pensively responded, “I agree man has the will to power but too much can be the cause of your own death and too little can cause you insanity and eventually will also lead to death. However, I believe pity is the effect of our conscience and the result of humanity. You may say you overcome humanity to such lengths of becoming an Übermensch, but this notion makes me think of a beast who thinks self-reliance and mastery of improving self for the benefit of one self is egocentric! With this, I ask you, what is your reason of becoming an Übermensch?”
Zarathustra, the sage I came to know unexpectedly explained, “Because a have told with others, time is infinite, but the things in time, the concrete bodies, are finite. They may indeed disperse into the smallest particles; but these particles, the atoms, have their determinate numbers, and the numbers of the configurations which, all of themselves, are formed out of them is also determinate. Now, however long a time may pass, according to the eternal laws governing the combinations of this eternal play of repetition, all configurations which have previously existed on this earth must yet meet, attract, repulse, kiss, and corrupt each other again. Thus with repetition of suffering, pleasure and pain constantly repeats and revolves mankind and the only path of overcoming it is overcoming oneself to become an Übermensch and love and acceptance to such fate.”
“Yes, time is infinite, but it is never cyclic. With your reasons regarding eternal recurrence bears a part of me that believes each events happen in their own way and not once can be given a fact that it is the repetition of the other because it happened on its own accord or purpose.”
“Ha, dear child, one mind proposes only a purpose to give life a meaning as an ultimate basis to remain oneself of living. Then may I ask, what is then you seek in your journey?” He asked.
I deliberately sighed and said. “A passage.”
“Hence, I assume this passage is important to you then…” He said and walk with me directly towards the horizon.
“Yes. Very important.” I responded.
“Then, I’ll leave you with your journey of searching…”
He was about to go when I asked him a farewell question, “You said you’ve come down and tell the mankind about your journey to end imprudence, how come you did not persuade me?”
He laughed hard for a while then answered my question, “I do not persuade, child. I merely beseeched. But then, I cannot with you for you are set and persistent with your journey.”
“Then I bid you a farewell, Zarathustra.” I said.
“And I with you…” He said and walk away.
Before I turned around and start my excursion, I waited to see his body vanish from my view as my eye met again the desiccated place. Although, I haven’t got the answer to my question, I carried our conversation in the vessel that I bore at this place of nothingness. With this, I have yet to endure many things to seek for the passage of my journey. And, I, Chalice, the name I wore, continues to walk the bed of emptiness in search of finding eminence.