And truly, I had never seen the like of what I then saw. I saw a young shepherd, writhing, choking, convulsed, his face distorted, and a heavy black snake hung out of his mouth.

Had I ever seen so much disgust and pale dread a single face? Had he perhaps been asleep? Then the snake had crawled into his throat—and there bit itself fast.

My hand tore at the snake and tore-in vain! It could not tear the snake out of his throat. Then it cried out of me: “Bite! Bite!
“The head off! Bite!”—so it cried out of me, my horror, my hatred, my disgust, my pity, all my good and my bad cried out with a single cry.—
You bold ones around me! You venturers, adventurers, and those of you who have embarked with cunning sails on unexplored seas! You enjoyers of riddles!

Solve for me the riddle that I saw, interpret for me the vision of the loneliest!

Excerpt From: Friedrich Nietzsche. “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”.