On the Virtue of a Bountiful Catch

And many of those who called themselves the disciples of Zarathustra followed him and accompanied him to market at a small fishing village. Many merchants advertised their wares; many merchants promised low prices; many merchants Zarathustra ignored.
Much time passed, and Zarathustra's attention turned to a merchant with few wares under the heat of the sun. Zarathustra purchased this entirety: five loaves of bread and two fish. And he turned to the multitude of his followers and spoke: my disciples, we shall find a suitable place to dine. As Zarathustra walked through the crowd, the crowd behind murmured: is this not an unsuitable amount of food? Does Zarathustra expect us to dine on morsels?

Presently Zarathustra began to speak:

My brothers, take care not to fall into gluttony! Happiness cannot be achieved through excess. Look yonder, to the horizon. The sea has provided for you this day; the merchant is only its agent. The all-to-human animal forgets this. Take not the road that is easy; abandon your tradition at its moment of triumph! For Man has indeed triumphed, but in comforting spaces one loses the sense of direction. The merchants at market fear the sea; they prefer to sell their wares and count their coin. Brothers, do not fear greatness! Verily, Man fears all greatness but his own; small souls cannot fathom the endless fathoms of the sea. I say to you, reinvent and become the New Man! Do not sit idly by as the world passes; you must become creators of tradition, not slaves to it.

And here is where we shall break bread. Notice the grating roar of the surf as it meets the land. Remain faithful to this earth, my brothers! Do not soar so high into mystical realms that you lose sight of the ground. To one who lacks sight, the roar of the sea is indistinguishable from that of his monsters. See the sea for its reality, and you, the New Man, will gain mastery over it as surely as it has gained mastery over the all-too-human.

Thus spoke Zarathustra.