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Then the animals again walked around him pensively and once more they stood before him. 'Oh Zarathustra,' they said, 'is that why you yourself are becoming ever yellower and darker, even though your hair looks white and flaxen? Don't you see, you are bogged down in your misfortune!' - 'What are you saying, my animals?'... |
What sacrifice! I squander what was bestowed me, I the squanderer with a thousand hands: How could I call that - sacrificing! And when I desired honey I merely desired bait and sweet ooze and mucus, for which even growling bears and odd, surly, evil birds lick with their tongues: - the best bait, as it is needed by hun... |
Didahumanbeingevercatchfishonhighmountains?Andevenifwhat I want and do up here is folly, this is still better than becoming pompous and green and gold down there from waiting - Fourth and Final Part - a swaggering wrath snorter from waiting, a holy, howling mountain storm, an impatient one who cries down into the valle... |
The next day Zarathustra again sat on the stone before his cave, while the animals roamed about in the world to bring home new nourishment - and new honey too, because Zarathustra had spent and squandered the old honey to the last drop. But as he sat there like this, with a stick in his hand and tracing the outline of ... |
'Welcome,' said Zarathustra, 'you soothsayer of the great weariness; not for nothing were you once a guest at my table. Eat and drink with me today too, and forgive that a contented old man joins you at the table!' 'A contented old man?' answered the soothsayer, shaking his head. 'Whoever you are or want to be, oh Zara... |
'But you know it already,' answered the soothsayer vehemently. 'Why do you conceal yourself? It is the higher man who calls for you!' 'The higher man?' cried Zarathustra, seized by horror. 'What does he want? What does he want? The higher man! What does he want here?' - And his skin was bathed in sweat. But the soothsa... |
But as far as your higher man is concerned: let's go! I'll search for him right now in those woods from there his cry came. Perhaps he is beset by some evil beast. He is in my territory, and in here he shall not come to harm! And truly, there are many evil beasts in my territory.' - With these words Zarathustra turned ... |
Zarathustra had been underway in his mountains and woods for not even one hour when all at once he saw a strange procession. On precisely the path he wanted to take down, two kings came walking, adorned with crowns and purple sashes and as colorful as flamingoes; before them they drove a burdened ass. 'What do these ki... |
Good manners! Everything among us is fake and foul. No one knows how to revere anymore that precisely is what we are running away from. They are mawkish, obtrusive dogs, they are gilders of palm leaves. This nausea chokes me, that we kings ourselves became fake, decked out and dressed up in old yellowed grandfathers' p... |
There is no harder misfortune in all human destiny than when the powerful of the earth are not also the first human beings. Then everything becomes fake and crooked and monstrous. And should they even be last and more beast than human; then the rabble rises and rises in price, until finally even rabble virtue speaks: '... |
Decline! Decline! The world has sunk so low! Rome sank to whore and to a whorehouse too, Rome's Caesar to beast, God himself - turned Jew!'' The kings were enchanted by these rhymes of Zarathustra, but the king to the right spoke: 'Oh Zarathustra, how well we did in going forth to see you! Foryour enemies showed us you... |
The frequent quotes of Zarathustra throughout Part are not verbatim but close enough to indicate that Zarathustra's words have caught on and are being interpreted with varying degrees of success. Parts and appeared in , Part was written later in and early , and published in - it was intended as the final part of TSZ. P... |
'higher men.' Notably it takes place entirely on Zarathustra's mountain. |
Oh Zarathustra, our fathers' blood stirred in our bodies at the sound of such words; it was like the speech of springtime to old casks of wine. When swords ran every which way like red-stained snakes, our fathers warmed to life; the sun of all peace seemed limp and lackluster to them, but the long peace caused them sha... |
And Zarathustra walked on pensively, farther and deeper through woods and past swampy valleys; but as happens to anyone who reflects on grave matters, he unintentionally stepped on someone. And behold, all at once he was sprayed in the face with one scream of pain and two curses and twenty wicked invectives, such that ... |
Meanwhile call me whatever you want - I am who I must be. I call myself Zarathustra. Well then! Up there is the path to Zarathustra's cave; it isn't far wouldn't you like to care for your wounds at my place? Things have gone badly for you in this life, you wretch; first you were bitten by the beasts, and then - you wer... |
'So perhaps you are the expert on the leech?' asked Zarathustra. 'And you pursue the leech down to its ultimate grounds, you conscientious one?' 'Oh Zarathustra,' answered the stepped on man. 'That would be a monstrous undertaking, how could I presume to such a thing! What I am master and expert of, however, is the lee... |
-'And it shows too,' interrupted Zarathustra; for blood was still flowing from the bare arm of the conscientious one. No fewer than ten leeches, after all, had bored themselves into it. 'Oh you weird fellow, how much is revealed to me by your appearance, namely you yourself! And maybe I should not pour all of it into y... |
But as Zarathustra made his way around a boulder he saw someone not far below him on the same path, flailing his limbs like a raving madman, who finally flopped belly-first to the ground. 'Stop!' said Zarathustra to his heart. 'That one there must be the higher man, that awful cry of distress came from him - I'll go se... |
You hunter behind clouds! Struck down by your lightning, You scornful eye that looks at me from darkness: - I lie here, Doubled up, writhing, tortured By all eternal torments, Struck By you, cruelest hunter, You unknown - god! Strike deeper, Strike one more time! Skewer, smash this heart! Why this torment With blunt-to... |
You torturer! You executioner god! Or should I, like a dog, Roll over before you? Devotedly, ecstatically beside myself Wag love - to you? In vain! Stab deeper, Cruelest thorn! No, Not dog, only your prey am I, Cruelest hunter! Your proudest captive, You robber behind clouds! Speak at last, What do you want, waylayer, ... |
But you yourself - you also tested me with no small sample of yourself: you are hard ,you wise Zarathustra! You hit hard with your 'truths,' your cudgel forces this truth out of me!' - 'Do not flatter,' answered Zarathustra, still upset and frowning darkly, 'you actor from top to bottom! You're fake - why do you talk -... |
You harvested nausea as your single truth. Not a word of yours is genuine anymore, except your mouth: namely the nausea that clings to your mouth.' - - 'Who are you!' yelled the old magician at this point, with defiance in his voice. 'Who is permitted to speak with me thus, the greatest person living today?' - and an e... |
- And here a long silence ensued between the two; but Zarathustra became deeply immersed in himself, such that he closed his eyes. But then, turning back to his interlocutor, he seized the hand of the magician and spoke, full of kindness and craftiness: 'Well then! Up there leads the path, there lies the cave of Zarath... |
Notlongafterhehadfreedhimselffromthemagician,however,Zarathustra again saw someone sitting beside the path that he walked, namely a tall maninblack with a gaunt, pale face: this man dismayed him tremendously. 'Oh no,' he spoke to his heart, 'there sits depression in disguise, and its looks remind me of priests: what do... |
But now he himself is dead, this most pious human being, this saint in the woods who constantly praised his god with singing and growling. I did not find him when I found his hut - but two wolves were in it, howling at his death - for all animals loved him. Then I ran away. Did I arrive in vain in these woods and mount... |
'For our three eyes only,' said the old pope cheerfully (because he was blind in one eye), 'in matters of God I am more enlightened than Zarathustra himself - and am permitted to be. My love served him long years, my will followed his will in all things. But a good servant knows everything, and also some things that hi... |
Hefailedattoomuch,thispotterwhonevercompletedhistraining!But that he avenged himself on his clay formations and his creations because they turned out badly for him - that was a sin against good taste . In piousness too there is good taste; it said at last: 'Away with such a god! Rather no god, rather meet destiny on on... |
- 'What do I hear!' spoke the old pope at this point with pricked up ears. 'Oh Zarathustra, you are more pious than you believe, with such disbelief! Some kind of god in you converted you to your godlessness. Is it not your very piousness that no longer allows you to believe in a god? And your overly great honesty will... |
- And again Zarathustra's feet ran through mountains and woods, and his eyes searched and searched, but nowhere to be seen was the one whom they wanted to see, the great sufferer of distress and crier of distress. But along the whole way he jubilated in his heart and was thankful. 'What good things,' he said, 'this day... |
Youconsider yourself wise, you proud Zarathustra! Then go ahead and guess the riddle, you hard nut cracker - the riddle that I am! So tell me: who am I ?' - But when Zarathustra had heard these words - what do you think took place in his soul? He was overwhelmed with pity ; and he collapsed at once like an oak tree tha... |
Are you angry with me that I've already spoken broken words for too long? That I even counsel you? But know this, it's me, the ugliest human being, - who also has the biggest, heaviest feet. Where I walked, the way is bad. I trample all ways to death and to ruin. But that you passed me by, silently; that you blushed, I... |
Wasanimmodest person ever answered more courteously? - But you, oh Zarathustra, passed him by and said: 'No! No! Three times no!' You warned against his error, you were the first to warn against pity not all, not none, but yourself and your kind. You are ashamed of the shame of the great sufferer; and indeed, when yous... |
And speak first and foremost with my animals! The proudest animal and the wisest animal - they are surely the right counselors for both of us!' - Thus spoke Zarathustra and continued on his way, pensive and even more slowly than before; because he had much to ask himself and knew no easy way to answer. 'How poor indeed... |
When Zarathustra had left the ugliest human being, he was freezing and he felt lonely; after all, so much that was cold and lonely went through his |
mind, to the point where even his limbs grew colder because of it. But as he climbed further and further, up, down, now past green meadows, but then also across wild stony deposits where previously an impatient brook might have laid itself to bed, then all at once his mood became warmer and more cordial. 'Whathappenedt... |
- his great misery: which today is called nausea . Who today does not have heart, mouth and eyes full of nausea? You too! You too! But just look at these cows here!' - Thus Spoke Zarathustra Thus spoke the mountain preacher and then he turned his own gaze on Zarathustra - for till now his gaze hung lovingly on the cows... |
Lascivious greed, galling envy, aggrieved vengefulness, rabble pride: all of that leaped into my face. It is no longer true that the poor are blessed. But the kingdom of heaven is among the cows.' 'And why is it not among the wealthy?' asked Zarathustra, temptingly, as he warded off the cows that trustingly snorted at ... |
The ones who have excelled the most, to be sure, are these cows: they invented chewing the cud for themselves and lying in the sun. They also refrain from all weighty thoughts, which bloat the heart.' - 'Well then!' said Zarathustra. 'You should also see my animals, my eagle and my snake - their equal exists nowhere to... |
- until I myself come home. Because now a cry of distress hurries me away from you. You'll also find new honey at my place, icy-fresh golden honey from the comb - eat it! But now quickly take leave of your cows, you odd, you lovely man! Even if it is difficult for you. For they are your warmest friends and teachers!' -... |
Butscarcely had the voluntary beggar run away and Zarathustra was again alone with himself, than he heard a new voice behind him, crying 'Stop! Zarathustra! Stop already! It's me, oh Zarathustra, me, your shadow!' But Zarathustra did not wait, because he was suddenly overcome with annoyance at the excessive hustle and ... |
But can Zarathustra afford to be afraid of a shadow? And it seems to me, when all's said and done, that he has longer legs than I.' Thus spoke Zarathustra, laughing with his eyes and his entrails, then he stopped, turned around abruptly - and behold, he almost hurled his successor and shadow to the ground - so closely ... |
With you I unlearned my faith in words and values and great names. When the devil sheds his skin, does his name not fall off too? For it too is skin. Perhaps the devil himself is - skin. 'Nothing is true, all is permitted': thus I persuaded myself. I plunged into the coldest waters, with head and heart. Oh how often I ... |
Oh where has all my goodness and all my shame and all my faith in the goodgone!OhwherehasthatmendaciousinnocencethatIoncepossessed gone, the innocence of the good and their noble lies! Too often, to be sure, I followed on the heels of truth: and it kicked me in the head. Sometimes I believed I was lying and behold - th... |
You poor roamer and raver, you weary butterfly! Do you want to have a rest and a home this evening? Then go up to my cave! There leads the path to my cave. And now I have to run away from you quickly again. Already it's as though I'm covered in shadow. |
I want to run alone, so that things clear up around me again. For that I'll yet have to be long on my legs and like it. But this evening at my place - there will be dancing!' - Thus spoke Zarathustra. |
- And Zarathustra ran and ran and found no one anymore, and he was alone and found himself again and again, and he enjoyed and sipped his solitude and thought about good things - for hours. At the hour of noon, however, as the sun stood directly over Zarathustra's head, he passed by an old crooked and knotty tree, embr... |
How such a ship moors and nestles itself to the land - now it's enough foraspider to spin a web to it from the land. It needs no stronger lines now. Like such a weary ship in the stillest bay, thus I too rest now close to the earth, faithfully, trusting, waiting, bound to it with the lightest threads. Oh happiness, oh ... |
Now you've slept yourself out, for how long? Half an eternity! Well then, well now, my old heart! How long after such a sleep will it take you to wake yourself out? (Butthenhefellasleepanew,andhissoulspokeagainsthimandresisted and laid itself down again) - 'Let me be! Still! Didn't the world become perfect just now? Oh... |
It was not until late afternoon that Zarathustra returned home to his cave after much searching and roaming around in vain. But as he stood facing the cave, not more than twenty paces away from it, something happened that he least expected now: once again he heard the great cry of distress . And, amazingly, this time i... |
himself - for like all ugly people he loved to disguise himself and act beautiful. But in the midst of this gloomy company stood Zarathustra's eagle, bristling and restless because he was pressed to answer too much for which his pride had no answer; meanwhile the wise snake hung around his neck. All of this Zarathustra... |
But the second thing is: my little finger. And once you've got hold of it , just go ahead and take the whole hand! And my heart too! Welcome to this place, welcome, my guests! ' Thus spoke Zarathustra and he laughed with love and malice. After this welcome his guests bowed repeatedly and maintained a respectful silence... |
'Does Zarathustra still live? It's not worth it anymore to live, all is the same, all is in vain: or - we must live with Zarathustra!' 'Why does he not come, he who announced himself for so long?' thus many ask. 'Did solitude swallow him up? Or should we perhaps go to him?' Now it happens that solitude itself is becomi... |
Forme, that is: for the inexorable that remains silent in me but will not always remain silent. And if you belong to me, then surely not as my right arm. For whoever stands on sick and frail legs himself, as you do, wants above all to be spared , whether he knows it or conceals it from himself. Fourth and Final Part Bu... |
This host's gift I beg of your love, that you speak of my children. It is for this that I am rich, for this that I became poor: what did I not give, Kaufmann in his translation deleted the word 'species' ( Art ), writing instead: 'Speak to me of my gardens, of my blessed isles, of my new beauty.' Nietzsche referred to ... |
At this point, however, the soothsayer interrupted the welcome of Zarathustra and his guests; he pushed forward like someone who has no time to lose, grabbed Zarathustra's hand and shouted: 'But Zarathustra! Onething is more needful than the other, so you yourself say: well then, one thing is more needful to me now tha... |
-These we'll quickly slaughter and spice with sage; that's how I love it. Andwedonotlackforrootsandfruits, good enough even for sweet-tooths and big eaters; nor for nuts and other riddles to crack. And so we'll make a good meal in short order. But whoever wants to share in the eating must also lend a hand, even the kin... |
WhenIcametomankindfor the first time, I committed the hermit's folly, the great folly: I situated myself in the market place. Thus Spoke Zarathustra And when I spoke to all, I spoke to none. But by evening my companions were tightrope walkers, and corpses, and I myself almost a corpse. But with the new morning a new tr... |
Neither 'lord' nor 'master' fits here for Herr ,'ruler.' See 'On the Three Evils' where Nietzsche defends Herrschsucht , 'lust to rule,' a noun based on herrschen , 'to rule,' which in turn is based on Herr , ruler. Nietzsche's motif for TSZ Part is 'who shall be ruler of the earth.' The earth can neither be 'lorded' n... |
The overman is in my heart, that is my first and my only concern and not human beings; not the neighbor, not the poorest, not the most suffering, not the best - Oh my brothers, what I am able to love in human beings is that they are a going over and a going under. And in you, too, there is much that makes me love and h... |
'Human beings are evil' - thus spoke all the wisest to comfort me. Oh, if only it were still true today! Because evil is a human being's best power. 'Mankind must become better and more evil' - thus I teach. What is most evil is necessary for the overman's best. It may have been good for that preacher of the little peo... |
-untilatlast they are false before themselves, cross-eyed, white-washed wormfood, cloaked by strong words, by showy virtues, by gleaming false works. Be very careful there, you higher men! For I regard nothing more precious and rare today than honesty. Is this today not of the rabble? But rabble does not know what is g... |
'For your neighbor' is the virtue of only small people; there they say 'birds of a feather' and 'one hand washes the other' - they have neither the right nor the strength to your self-interest. In your self-interest, you creators, are the precaution and providence of the pregnant! What no one yet has laid eyes on, the ... |
Timid, ashamed, awkward, like a tiger whose leap has failed; thus, you higher men, I often saw you slinking aside. A throw failed you. But what does it matter, you dice throwers! You did not learn to gamble and banter as one should gamble and banter! Are we not always sitting at a great bantering and gaming table? And ... |
Get out of the way of all such unconditional ones! That is a poor sick kind, a rabble kind; they look harshly at this life, they have the evil eye for this earth. Get out of the way of all such unconditional ones! They have heavy feet and sultry hearts - they do not know how to dance. How could the earth be light to th... |
-even the worst thing has good legs for dancing: so learn from me, you higher men, to stand yourselves on your right legs! So unlearn moping and all rabble sadness! Oh how sad even today's rabble clowns seem to me! But this today is of the rabble. Make like the wind when he plunges from his mountain caves: he wants to ... |
As Zarathustra made these speeches he stood close to the entrance of his cave; with the last words, however, he slipped away from his guests and fled for a short while into the open. 'Oh clean fragrance around me,' he cried out, 'oh blissful stillness around me! But where are my animals? Come here, come here my eagle a... |
But already he befalls me and forces me, this spirit of melancholy, this evening twilight devil; and truly, you higher men, he is fond - - just open your eyes! - he is fond of coming naked , whether male or female I do not yet know; but he is coming, he is forcing me, oh no! Open your senses! |
The day is winding down, to all things evening now is coming, even to the best things; listen now and see, you higher men, what kind of devil, whether man or woman, this spirit of evening melancholy is!' Thus spoke the old magician, glanced around cunningly and then reached for his harp. When the air grows dim, When al... |
Merely speaking colorfully, From fools' masks shouting colorfully, Climbing around on lying word bridges, On colorful rainbows, Between false skies And false earths, Roaming around, hovering around - Mere fool! Mere poet! That - the wooer of truth? Not still, stiff, smooth, cold, Turned to statue, To a pillar of God, N... |
Grimly wroth to everything that looks Sheepish, lamb-eyed, curly wooled, Gray, with lamb and sheep benevolence! Thus eagle-like, panther-like Are the poet's longings, Are your longings beneath a thousand masks, You fool! You poet! You who viewed mankind As god and sheep - : Tearing to pieces the god in mankind, Like th... |
Thus sang the magician; and all who were together went unwittingly, like birds, into the net of his cunning and melancholy rapture. Only the conscientious of spirit was not captured; he snatched the harp away from the magician and cried: 'Air! Let in the good air! Let Zarathustra in! You make this cave sultry and poiso... |
- today, when everything is wobbling, when the whole earth is quaking. But you, when I look at the eyes that you make, it almost seems to me you are seeking more insecurity , Thus Spoke Zarathustra - more thrills, more danger, more earthquakes. What you are fond of, I almost suppose, but forgive my posing, you higher m... |
' Zarathustra !' cried everyone sitting together, as if with one mouth, and they raised a great laughter then, and it rose from them like a heavy cloud. Even the magician laughed and said cleverly: 'Well then, he's gone, my evil spirit! And did I myself not warn you about him when I said that he was a deceiver and a ch... |
Well then! Let's be good again and be cheerful! And even though Zarathustra looks angry - just look at him, he grudges me - - before night comes he will learn again to love and laud me, he cannot live long without committing such follies. He -loves his enemies: this art he understands best of all whom I have seen. But ... |
'Do not go away!' said the wanderer who called himself the shadow of Zarathustra. 'Stay with us, or else our old dull depression could befall us again. Already that old magician has regaled us with his worst, and just look, the good pious pope there has tears in his eyes and once again he's completely shipped out on th... |
Unless - unless - oh forgive an old memory! Forgive me an old dessert song that I once composed among daughters of the desert - - for among them there was likewise good, bright, oriental air; there I was furthest from cloudy, damp, melancholy old Europe! Back then I loved such Oriental girls and a different blue sky, o... |
Namely swallowed By this smallest oasis - - it just now yawned wide open Its lovely mouth. The most fragrant of all little mouths: Then I fell in, Down, down through - among you, My most lovely lady friends! Selah. Hail, hail to that whale If he thus let his guest Be comfortable! - you understand My learned allusion? H... |
You silent, you foreboding She-cats, Dudu and Suleika, -besphinxed , to stuff much feeling Into a single word: (Forgive me God This sin of language!) - I sit here, sniffing the best air, Paradise air truly, Bright light air, streaked with gold, Air as good as ever Fell down from the moon - Whether by chance, Or did it ... |
In the holy proximity Of her most lovely, most delicate Little fan and flutter and flitter tinsel skirt. Indeed, my beautiful lady friends, if you would Believe me entirely: She's lost it! It's gone! Forever gone! The other leg! Oh what a shame about this other lovely leg! Where - might it while and grieve forlorn? The... |
My most lovely lady friends, Is more than all European fervor, European voraciousness! And here I stand already, As a European, I cannot do otherwise, God help me! Amen! The desert grows: woe to him who harbors deserts ! |
After the song of the wanderer and shadow all at once the cave became full of noise and laughter; and because the assembled guests all spoke at the same time, and even the ass no longer kept quiet amidst such encouragement, Zarathustra was overcome by a slight aversion and a bit of scorn for his visitors, even though h... |
The sky looks on clearly, the world lies deep; oh all you strange people who came to me, it's worth it indeed to live with me!' Thusspoke Zarathustra. And again the cries and laughter of the higher men came from the cave, so he began again. 'They are biting, my bait is working, their enemy is retreating from them too, ... |
'They've all gone pious again, they're praying , they're mad!' - he said and he was amazed beyond measure. And, in truth, all these higher men, the two kings, the retired pope, the wicked magician, the voluntary beggar, the wanderer and his shadow, the old soothsayer, the conscientious of spirit and the ugliest human b... |
See now, how you push no one away, not the beggars, not the kings. The little children you let come to you, and when the mean boys bait you, then you simplemindedly say Hee-yaw. - But to this the ass brayed Hee-yaw. |
Youlove she-asses and fresh figs, you are no picky eater. A thistle tickles your heart if you happen to be hungry. Therein lies the wisdom of a god. - But to this the ass brayed Hee-yaw. |
At this point in the litany, however, Zarathustra could no longer control himself, cried Hee-yaw himself even louder than the ass, and leaped into the midst of his guests, who had gone mad. 'But what are you doing, you mortal children?' he cried, as he pulled the praying men off the floor and to their feet. 'Watch out ... |
What you did was a stupidity; how could you, you clever one, commit such a stupidity!' 'Oh Zarathustra,' replied the clever magician, 'you're right, it was a stupidity - and it's been hard enough for me.' -'And you most of all,' said Zarathustra to the conscientious of spirit, 'lean your head on your hand and consider!... |
Whether he still lives or lives again or is thoroughly dead - which of us two knows that best? I ask you. Fourth and Final Part But I know one thing - it was from you yourself that I once learned, oh Zarathustra: whoever wants to kill most thoroughly, laughs . 'One kills not by wrath, but by laughter' - thus you once s... |
And if you celebrate it again, this ass festival, do it for your own sake, do it also for my sake! And in remembrance of me !' Thus spoke Zarathustra. |
Meanwhile, however, one after another had stepped outdoors into the open and into the cool, pensive night; but Zarathustra himself led the ugliest human being by the hand, to show him his night world and the big round moon and the silver waterfalls near his cave. There at last they all stood together, nothing but old p... |
rushed toward Zarathustra, thanking, honoring, caressing him, kissing his hands, each in his own manner; such that some laughed, some wept. But the old soothsayer danced with joy; and even if, as some chroniclers opine, he was full of sweet wine at the time, then he was certainly even more full of sweet life and he had... |
And immediately it became still and mysterious all around; but from the depths the sound of a bell rose slowly. Zarathustra listened for it, as did the higher men; then he put his finger to his lips once more and said again: ' Come! Come! It's going on midnight !' - And his voice had changed.Butstill he did not stir fr... |
- the hour when I shiver and freeze, which asks and asks and asks: 'who has enough heart for it? - who shall be the ruler of the earth? Who wants to say: thus you shall flow, you great and little streams!' -the hour approaches: oh mankind, you higher men, pray! This speech is for fine ears, for your ears what does deep... |
My skin is too pure for your hands. Let me be, you stupid, clumsy, stifling day! Is midnight not brighter? The purest shall be rulers of the earth, the least known, strongest, the midnight-souled, who are brighter and deeper than any day. Oh day, you grope for me? You fumble for my happiness? I seem rich to you, lonely... |
- longing for what is farther, higher, brighter. 'I want heirs,' thus speaks all that suffers, 'I want children, I do not want myself ' - But joy does not want heirs, not children - joy wants itself, wants eternity, wants recurrence, wants everything eternally the same. Pain says: 'Break, bleed, heart! Walk, legs! Wing... |
You higher men, it longs for you, does joy, the unruly, blissful one - for your pain, you failures! All eternal joy longs for failures. For all joy wants itself, and therefore it wants all misery too! Oh happiness, oh pain! Oh break, my heart! You higher men, learn this, joy wants eternity, - Joy wants the eternity of ... |
But in the morning after this night Zarathustra sprang from his sleeping place, girded his loins and came out from his cave, glowing and strong, like a morning sun that emerges from dark mountains. 'You great star,' he said, as he had said before, 'what would all your happiness be if you did not have those for whom you... |
'What is happening to me?' thought Zarathustra in his astonished heart, and he sat down slowly on the big stone that lay near the exit of his cave. But as he reached with his hands around and above and below himself, warding off the affectionate birds, something even more extraordinary happened to him: he reached unwit... |
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