As Zarathustra wound those whispers, he stood silent in prayer; a prayer not to any particular being but to the whole of his retinue.

"O those pure of heart," said he softly, "O the wounded, oh the naiive. But why must thou jabber and rule each other?

"Whisper not fell things into the void, or fell whispers will come back to thee — that is thy rule, that thy dictum. For the