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...chiefly to crossword-puzzle addicts and readers of Nietzsche. To the 100,000 Parsis of India who last week celebrated their New Year, the most sacred feast on their calendar, Zoroaster is still the one great prophet, the man who gave them their monotheistic faith in the god Ahura Mazda...
...wealthy landowner, Zoroaster apparently rejected the prevailing polytheism of his age and taught that the one true god was Ahura Mazda, who was to be served by self-sacrifice rather than blood sacrifice. Although Ahura Mazda was the supreme lord of creation, his influence over the world was challenged nonetheless by a lesser god of evil, whom Zoroaster's followers later named Ahriman. Caught up in the unending war of these two deities, man was constantly faced with an existential choice of doing good or ill; at the end of his life, his personal balance sheet of good...
Irritating Switch. Toyo Kogyo was only a small machine shop when Owner Jujiro Matsuda, inspired by the sight of delivery boys' three-wheeled bikes, decided in the early 1930s to make a three-wheeled truck. His inexpensive Mazda truck was a boon to small businessmen who had neither the money nor the volume to afford bigger, four-wheeled trucks. Toyo Kogyo switched to making rifles and airplane parts in World War II, escaped serious damage from Hiroshima's Abomb, which fell only three miles from its plant, because of freakish blast waves. The firm was too small...
...Persia had his portrait carved along with ten of his liquidated enemies. Long inscriptions in Old Persian, Elamite and Babylonian tell how Darius attributed his success up to this point (later his armies were soundly whipped by the Greeks at Marathon) to the favor of his god, Ahura Mazda, and to the fact that he was "neither a liar nor an evildoer, neither I nor any of my family...
...most gaped-at murals in the U.S. glistened last week with a fresh, 750-gallon coat of paint. The concourse ceiling of Manhattan's Grand Central Station, a 40,000-sq.-ft. turquoise and gold-leaf image of the heavens (a romping Pegasus, twinkling Mazda stars, eight signs of the Zodiac) gleamed as bright as new. The big arched picture-ceiling, put up in 1913, had never before been repainted. It was a ticklish job. The busy, perpetually thronged space beneath it could not be shut off-and a mere half pint of paint dropped no feet might permanently...