Here we are, caught at a crossroads, an evolutionary conundrum. We have managed the miraculous: dredged ourselves up from claustrophobic animal intensity (inclined spine) into serene angelic extensity (vertical spine) but by doing so have lost our source of power – the very muscles and ground that maintained our previous inclination and the spirit that inclination demanded. Hence depression, consumerism, secular pride, stupidity, and all the other modern malaises. If we wish to escape this trap then we'll need to work with an image of man that only our hearts can concoct. Our own Zarathustra. And in this sense our work on ourselves sets the scene, programs the future possibilities of man.

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