Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

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• --Ready for myself and for my most hidden Will: a bow eager for its arrow, an arrow eager for its star:-- ¶2705
• --A star, ready and ripe in its noontide, glowing, pierced, blessed, by annihilating sun-arrows:-- ¶2706
• --A sun itself, and an inexorable sun-will, ready for annihilation in victory! ¶2707
• O Will, thou change of every need, MY needfulness! Spare me for one great victory!--- ¶2708
• Up, abysmal thought out of my depth! I am thy cock and morning dawn, thou overslept reptile: Up! Up! My voice shall soon crow thee awake! ¶2713
• Unbind the fetters of thine ears: listen! For I wish to hear thee! Up! Up! There is thunder enough to make the very graves listen! ¶2714
• And rub the sleep and all the dimness and blindness out of thine eyes! Hear me also with thine eyes: my voice is a medicine even for those born blind. ¶2715
• And once thou art awake, then shalt thou ever remain awake. It is not MY custom to awake great-grandmothers out of their sleep that I may bid them--sleep on! ¶2716
• Thou stirrest, stretchest thyself, wheezest? Up! Up! Not wheeze, shalt thou,--but speak unto me! Zarathustra calleth thee, Zarathustra the godless! ¶2717
• I, Zarathustra, the advocate of living, the advocate of suffering, the advocate of the circuit--thee do I call, my most abysmal thought! ¶2718
• Joy to me! Thou comest,--I hear thee! Mine abyss SPEAKETH, my lowest depth have I turned over into the light! ¶2719
• Joy to me! Come hither! Give me thy hand--ha! let be! aha!--Disgust, disgust, disgust--alas to me! ¶2720
• At last, after seven days, Zarathustra raised himself upon his couch, took a rosy apple in his hand, smelt it and found its smell pleasant. Then did his animals think the time had come to speak unto him. ¶2723
• "O Zarathustra," said they, "now hast thou lain thus for seven days with heavy eyes: wilt thou not set thyself again upon thy feet? ¶2724
• Step out of thy cave: the world waiteth for thee as a garden. The wind playeth with heavy fragrance which seeketh for thee; and all brooks would like to run after thee. ¶2725
• All things long for thee, since thou hast remained alone for seven days--step forth out of thy cave! All things want to be thy physicians! ¶2726
• Did perhaps a new knowledge come to thee, a bitter, grievous knowledge? Like leavened dough layest thou, thy soul arose and swelled beyond all its bounds.--" ¶2727
• --O mine animals, answered Zarathustra, talk on thus and let me listen! It refresheth me so to hear your talk: where there is talk, there is the world as a garden unto me. ¶2728
• How charming it is that there are words and tones; are not words and tones rainbows and seeming bridges 'twixt the eternally separated? ¶2729
• To each soul belongeth another world; to each soul is every other soul a back-world. ¶2730
• Among the most alike doth semblance deceive most delightfully: for the smallest gap is most difficult to bridge over. ¶2731
• For me--how could there be an outside-of-me? There is no outside! But this we forget on hearing tones; how delightful it is that we forget! ¶2732
• Have not names and tones been given unto things that man may refresh himself with them? It is a beautiful folly, speaking; therewith danceth man over everything. ¶2733
• How lovely is all speech and all falsehoods of tones! With tones danceth our love on variegated rainbows.-- ¶2734
• --"O Zarathustra," said then his animals, "to those who think like us, things all dance themselves: they come and hold out the hand and laugh and flee--and return. ¶2735
• Everything goeth, everything returneth; eternally rolleth the wheel of existence. Everything dieth, everything blossometh forth again; eternally runneth on the year of existence. ¶2736
• Everything breaketh, everything is integrated anew; eternally buildeth itself the same house of existence. All things separate, all things again greet one another; eternally true to itself remaineth the ring of existence. ¶2737
• Every moment beginneth existence, around every 'Here' rolleth the ball 'There.' The middle is everywhere. Crooked is the path of eternity."-- ¶2738
• --O ye wags and barrel-organs! answered Zarathustra, and smiled once more, how well do ye know what had to be fulfilled in seven days:-- ¶2739
• --And how that monster crept into my throat and choked me! But I bit off its head and spat it away from me. ¶2740
• And ye--ye have made a lyre-lay out of it? Now, however, do I lie here, still exhausted with that biting and spitting-away, still sick with mine own salvation. ¶2741
• AND YE LOOKED ON AT IT ALL? O mine animals, are ye also cruel? Did ye like to look at my great pain as men do? For man is the cruellest animal. ¶2742
• At tragedies, bull-fights, and crucifixions hath he hitherto been happiest on earth; and when he invented his hell, behold, that was his heaven on earth. ¶2743
• When the great man crieth--: immediately runneth the little man thither, and his tongue hangeth out of his mouth for very lusting. He, however, calleth it his "pity." ¶2744
• The little man, especially the poet--how passionately doth he accuse life in words! Hearken to him, but do not fail to hear the delight which is in all accusation! ¶2745
• Such accusers of life--them life overcometh with a glance of the eye. "Thou lovest me?" saith the insolent one; "wait a little, as yet have I no time for thee." ¶2746
• Towards himself man is the cruellest animal; and in all who call themselves "sinners" and "bearers of the cross" and "penitents," do not overlook the voluptuousness in their plaints and accusations! ¶2747
• And I myself--do I thereby want to be man's accuser? Ah, mine animals, this only have I learned hitherto, that for man his baddest is necessary for his best,-- ¶2748
• --That all that is baddest is the best POWER, and the hardest stone for the highest creator; and that man must become better AND badder:-- ¶2749
• Not to THIS torture-stake was I tied, that I know man is bad,--but I cried, as no one hath yet cried: ¶2750

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