Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

Friedrich Nietzsche · רישיון: Public domain · מקור

• Unhappy do I call all those who have only one choice: either to become evil beasts, or evil beast-tamers. Amongst such would I not build my tabernacle. ¶2433
• Unhappy do I also call those who have ever to WAIT,--they are repugnant to my taste--all the toll-gatherers and traders, and kings, and other landkeepers and shopkeepers. ¶2434
• Verily, I learned waiting also, and thoroughly so,--but only waiting for MYSELF. And above all did I learn standing and walking and running and leaping and climbing and dancing. ¶2435
• This however is my teaching: he who wisheth one day to fly, must first learn standing and walking and running and climbing and dancing:--one doth not fly into flying! ¶2436
• With rope-ladders learned I to reach many a window, with nimble legs did I climb high masts: to sit on high masts of perception seemed to me no small bliss;-- ¶2437
• --To flicker like small flames on high masts: a small light, certainly, but a great comfort to cast-away sailors and ship-wrecked ones! ¶2438
• By divers ways and wendings did I arrive at my truth; not by one ladder did I mount to the height where mine eye roveth into my remoteness. ¶2439
• And unwillingly only did I ask my way--that was always counter to my taste! Rather did I question and test the ways themselves. ¶2440
• A testing and a questioning hath been all my travelling:--and verily, one must also LEARN to answer such questioning! That, however,--is my taste: ¶2441
• --Neither a good nor a bad taste, but MY taste, of which I have no longer either shame or secrecy. ¶2442
• "This--is now MY way,--where is yours?" Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way." For THE way--it doth not exist! ¶2443
• Here do I sit and wait, old broken tables around me and also new half-written tables. When cometh mine hour? ¶2447
• --The hour of my descent, of my down-going: for once more will I go unto men. ¶2448
• For that hour do I now wait: for first must the signs come unto me that it is MINE hour--namely, the laughing lion with the flock of doves. ¶2449
• Meanwhile do I talk to myself as one who hath time. No one telleth me anything new, so I tell myself mine own story. ¶2450
• When I came unto men, then found I them resting on an old infatuation: all of them thought they had long known what was good and bad for men. ¶2452
• An old wearisome business seemed to them all discourse about virtue; and he who wished to sleep well spake of "good" and "bad" ere retiring to rest. ¶2453
• This somnolence did I disturb when I taught that NO ONE YET KNOWETH what is good and bad:--unless it be the creating one! ¶2454
• --It is he, however, who createth man's goal, and giveth to the earth its meaning and its future: he only EFFECTETH it THAT aught is good or bad. ¶2455
• And I bade them upset their old academic chairs, and wherever that old infatuation had sat; I bade them laugh at their great moralists, their saints, their poets, and their Saviours. ¶2456
• At their gloomy sages did I bid them laugh, and whoever had sat admonishing as a black scarecrow on the tree of life. ¶2457
• On their great grave-highway did I seat myself, and even beside the carrion and vultures--and I laughed at all their bygone and its mellow decaying glory. ¶2458
• Verily, like penitential preachers and fools did I cry wrath and shame on all their greatness and smallness. Oh, that their best is so very small! Oh, that their worst is so very small! Thus did I laugh. ¶2459
• Thus did my wise longing, born in the mountains, cry and laugh in me; a wild wisdom, verily!--my great pinion-rustling longing. ¶2460
• And oft did it carry me off and up and away and in the midst of laughter; then flew I quivering like an arrow with sun-intoxicated rapture: ¶2461
• --Out into distant futures, which no dream hath yet seen, into warmer souths than ever sculptor conceived,--where gods in their dancing are ashamed of all clothes: ¶2462
• (That I may speak in parables and halt and stammer like the poets: and verily I am ashamed that I have still to be a poet!) ¶2463
• Where all becoming seemed to me dancing of Gods, and wantoning of Gods, and the world unloosed and unbridled and fleeing back to itself:-- ¶2464
• --As an eternal self-fleeing and re-seeking of one another of many Gods, as the blessed self-contradicting, recommuning, and refraternising with one another of many Gods:-- ¶2465
• Where all time seemed to me a blessed mockery of moments, where necessity was freedom itself, which played happily with the goad of freedom:-- ¶2466
• Where I also found again mine old devil and arch-enemy, the spirit of gravity, and all that it created: constraint, law, necessity and consequence and purpose and will and good and evil:-- ¶2467
• For must there not be that which is danced OVER, danced beyond? Must there not, for the sake of the nimble, the nimblest,--be moles and clumsy dwarfs?-- ¶2468
• There was it also where I picked up from the path the word "Superman," and that man is something that must be surpassed. ¶2470
• --That man is a bridge and not a goal--rejoicing over his noontides and evenings, as advances to new rosy dawns: ¶2471
• --The Zarathustra word of the great noontide, and whatever else I have hung up over men like purple evening-afterglows. ¶2472
• Verily, also new stars did I make them see, along with new nights; and over cloud and day and night, did I spread out laughter like a gay-coloured canopy. ¶2473
• I taught them all MY poetisation and aspiration: to compose and collect into unity what is fragment in man, and riddle and fearful chance;-- ¶2474
• --As composer, riddle-reader, and redeemer of chance, did I teach them to create the future, and all that HATH BEEN--to redeem by creating. ¶2475
• The past of man to redeem, and every "It was" to transform, until the Will saith: "But so did I will it! So shall I will it--" ¶2476
• --This did I call redemption; this alone taught I them to call redemption.-- ¶2477

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