Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

Friedrich Nietzsche · Άδεια: Public domain · Πηγή

• And when I call out: "Curse all the cowardly devils in you, that would fain whimper and fold the hands and adore"--then do they shout: "Zarathustra is godless." ¶2136
• And especially do their teachers of submission shout this;--but precisely in their ears do I love to cry: "Yea! I AM Zarathustra, the godless!" ¶2137
• Those teachers of submission! Wherever there is aught puny, or sickly, or scabby, there do they creep like lice; and only my disgust preventeth me from cracking them. ¶2138
• Well! This is my sermon for THEIR ears: I am Zarathustra the godless, who saith: "Who is more godless than I, that I may enjoy his teaching?" ¶2139
• I am Zarathustra the godless: where do I find mine equal? And all those are mine equals who give unto themselves their Will, and divest themselves of all submission. ¶2140
• I am Zarathustra the godless! I cook every chance in MY pot. And only when it hath been quite cooked do I welcome it as MY food. ¶2141
• And verily, many a chance came imperiously unto me: but still more imperiously did my WILL speak unto it,--then did it lie imploringly upon its knees-- ¶2142
• --Imploring that it might find home and heart with me, and saying flatteringly: "See, O Zarathustra, how friend only cometh unto friend!"-- ¶2143
• But why talk I, when no one hath MINE ears! And so will I shout it out unto all the winds: ¶2144
• Ye ever become smaller, ye small people! Ye crumble away, ye comfortable ones! Ye will yet perish-- ¶2145
• --By your many small virtues, by your many small omissions, and by your many small submissions! ¶2146
• Too tender, too yielding: so is your soil! But for a tree to become GREAT, it seeketh to twine hard roots around hard rocks! ¶2147
• Also what ye omit weaveth at the web of all the human future; even your naught is a cobweb, and a spider that liveth on the blood of the future. ¶2148
• And when ye take, then is it like stealing, ye small virtuous ones; but even among knaves HONOUR saith that "one shall only steal when one cannot rob." ¶2149
• "It giveth itself"--that is also a doctrine of submission. But I say unto you, ye comfortable ones, that IT TAKETH TO ITSELF, and will ever take more and more from you! ¶2150
• Ah, that ye would renounce all HALF-willing, and would decide for idleness as ye decide for action! ¶2151
• Ah, that ye understood my word: "Do ever what ye will--but first be such as CAN WILL. ¶2152
• Love ever your neighbour as yourselves--but first be such as LOVE THEMSELVES-- ¶2153
• --Such as love with great love, such as love with great contempt!" Thus speaketh Zarathustra the godless.-- ¶2154
• But why talk I, when no one hath MINE ears! It is still an hour too early for me here. ¶2155
• Mine own forerunner am I among this people, mine own cockcrow in dark lanes. ¶2156
• But THEIR hour cometh! And there cometh also mine! Hourly do they become smaller, poorer, unfruitfuller,--poor herbs! poor earth! ¶2157
• And SOON shall they stand before me like dry grass and prairie, and verily, weary of themselves--and panting for FIRE, more than for water! ¶2158
• O blessed hour of the lightning! O mystery before noontide!--Running fires will I one day make of them, and heralds with flaming tongues:-- ¶2159
• --Herald shall they one day with flaming tongues: It cometh, it is nigh, THE GREAT NOONTIDE! ¶2160
• Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly hand-shaking. ¶2163
• I honour him, that bad guest, but gladly leave him alone. Gladly do I run away from him; and when one runneth WELL, then one escapeth him! ¶2164
• With warm feet and warm thoughts do I run where the wind is calm--to the sunny corner of mine olive-mount. ¶2165
• There do I laugh at my stern guest, and am still fond of him; because he cleareth my house of flies, and quieteth many little noises. ¶2166
• For he suffereth it not if a gnat wanteth to buzz, or even two of them; also the lanes maketh he lonesome, so that the moonlight is afraid there at night. ¶2167
• A hard guest is he,--but I honour him, and do not worship, like the tenderlings, the pot-bellied fire-idol. ¶2168
• Better even a little teeth-chattering than idol-adoration!--so willeth my nature. And especially have I a grudge against all ardent, steaming, steamy fire-idols. ¶2169
• Him whom I love, I love better in winter than in summer; better do I now mock at mine enemies, and more heartily, when winter sitteth in my house. ¶2170
• Heartily, verily, even when I CREEP into bed--: there, still laugheth and wantoneth my hidden happiness; even my deceptive dream laugheth. ¶2171
• I, a--creeper? Never in my life did I creep before the powerful; and if ever I lied, then did I lie out of love. Therefore am I glad even in my winter-bed. ¶2172
• A poor bed warmeth me more than a rich one, for I am jealous of my poverty. And in winter she is most faithful unto me. ¶2173
• With a wickedness do I begin every day: I mock at the winter with a cold bath: on that account grumbleth my stern house-mate. ¶2174
• Also do I like to tickle him with a wax-taper, that he may finally let the heavens emerge from ashy-grey twilight. ¶2175
• For especially wicked am I in the morning: at the early hour when the pail rattleth at the well, and horses neigh warmly in grey lanes:-- ¶2176
• Impatiently do I then wait, that the clear sky may finally dawn for me, the snow-bearded winter-sky, the hoary one, the white-head,-- ¶2177

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