"The waves around thy
mountain,” answered the soothsayer, “rise and rise, the
waves of great distress and affliction: they will soon raise
thy bark also and carry thee away.”—Thereupon was
Zarathustra silent and wondered.—”Dost thou still hear
nothing?” continued the soothsayer: “doth it not rush
and roar out of the depth?”—Zarathustra was silent once
more and listened: then heard he a long, long cry, which
the abysses threw to one another and passed on; for
none of them wished to retain it: so evil did it sound.
“Thou ill announcer,” said Zarathustra at last, “that is
a cry of distress, and the cry of a man; it may come
perhaps out of a black sea. But what doth human distress
matter to me!"  - F.Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra






The Turin Horse, Béla Tarr (2011)