Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

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• Yea, much bitter dying must there be in your life, ye creators! Thus are ye advocates and justifiers of all perishableness. ¶1069
• For the creator himself to be the new-born child, he must also be willing to be the child-bearer, and endure the pangs of the child-bearer. ¶1070
• Verily, through a hundred souls went I my way, and through a hundred cradles and birth-throes. Many a farewell have I taken; I know the heart-breaking last hours. ¶1071
• But so willeth it my creating Will, my fate. Or, to tell you it more candidly: just such a fate--willeth my Will. ¶1072
• All FEELING suffereth in me, and is in prison: but my WILLING ever cometh to me as mine emancipator and comforter. ¶1073
• Willing emancipateth: that is the true doctrine of will and emancipation--so teacheth you Zarathustra. ¶1074
• No longer willing, and no longer valuing, and no longer creating! Ah, that that great debility may ever be far from me! ¶1075
• And also in discerning do I feel only my will's procreating and evolving delight; and if there be innocence in my knowledge, it is because there is will to procreation in it. ¶1076
• Away from God and Gods did this will allure me; what would there be to create if there were--Gods! ¶1077
• But to man doth it ever impel me anew, my fervent creative will; thus impelleth it the hammer to the stone. ¶1078
• Ah, ye men, within the stone slumbereth an image for me, the image of my visions! Ah, that it should slumber in the hardest, ugliest stone! ¶1079
• Now rageth my hammer ruthlessly against its prison. From the stone fly the fragments: what's that to me? ¶1080
• I will complete it: for a shadow came unto me--the stillest and lightest of all things once came unto me! ¶1081
• The beauty of the Superman came unto me as a shadow. Ah, my brethren! Of what account now are--the Gods to me!-- ¶1082
• My friends, there hath arisen a satire on your friend: "Behold Zarathustra! Walketh he not amongst us as if amongst animals?" ¶1085
• But it is better said in this wise: "The discerning one walketh amongst men AS amongst animals." ¶1086
• Man himself is to the discerning one: the animal with red cheeks. ¶1087
• How hath that happened unto him? Is it not because he hath had to be ashamed too oft? ¶1088
• O my friends! Thus speaketh the discerning one: shame, shame, shame--that is the history of man! ¶1089
• And on that account doth the noble one enjoin upon himself not to abash: bashfulness doth he enjoin on himself in presence of all sufferers. ¶1090
• Verily, I like them not, the merciful ones, whose bliss is in their pity: too destitute are they of bashfulness. ¶1091
• If I must be pitiful, I dislike to be called so; and if I be so, it is preferably at a distance. ¶1092
• Preferably also do I shroud my head, and flee, before being recognised: and thus do I bid you do, my friends! ¶1093
• May my destiny ever lead unafflicted ones like you across my path, and those with whom I MAY have hope and repast and honey in common! ¶1094
• Verily, I have done this and that for the afflicted: but something better did I always seem to do when I had learned to enjoy myself better. ¶1095
• Since humanity came into being, man hath enjoyed himself too little: that alone, my brethren, is our original sin! ¶1096
• And when we learn better to enjoy ourselves, then do we unlearn best to give pain unto others, and to contrive pain. ¶1097
• Therefore do I wash the hand that hath helped the sufferer; therefore do I wipe also my soul. ¶1098
• For in seeing the sufferer suffering--thereof was I ashamed on account of his shame; and in helping him, sorely did I wound his pride. ¶1099
• Great obligations do not make grateful, but revengeful; and when a small kindness is not forgotten, it becometh a gnawing worm. ¶1100
• "Be shy in accepting! Distinguish by accepting!"--thus do I advise those who have naught to bestow. ¶1101
• I, however, am a bestower: willingly do I bestow as friend to friends. Strangers, however, and the poor, may pluck for themselves the fruit from my tree: thus doth it cause less shame. ¶1102
• Beggars, however, one should entirely do away with! Verily, it annoyeth one to give unto them, and it annoyeth one not to give unto them. ¶1103
• And likewise sinners and bad consciences! Believe me, my friends: the sting of conscience teacheth one to sting. ¶1104
• The worst things, however, are the petty thoughts. Verily, better to have done evilly than to have thought pettily! ¶1105
• To be sure, ye say: "The delight in petty evils spareth one many a great evil deed." But here one should not wish to be sparing. ¶1106
• Like a boil is the evil deed: it itcheth and irritateth and breaketh forth--it speaketh honourably. ¶1107
• "Behold, I am disease," saith the evil deed: that is its honourableness. ¶1108
• But like infection is the petty thought: it creepeth and hideth, and wanteth to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection. ¶1109
• To him however, who is possessed of a devil, I would whisper this word in the ear: "Better for thee to rear up thy devil! Even for thee there is still a path to greatness!"-- ¶1110

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