Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

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• If ever a breath hath come to me of the creative breath, and of the heavenly necessity which compelleth even chances to dance star-dances: ¶2904
• If ever I have laughed with the laughter of the creative lightning, to which the long thunder of the deed followeth, grumblingly, but obediently: ¶2905
• If ever I have played dice with the Gods at the divine table of the earth, so that the earth quaked and ruptured, and snorted forth fire-streams:-- ¶2906
• --For a divine table is the earth, and trembling with new creative dictums and dice-casts of the Gods: ¶2907
• Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of rings--the ring of the return? ¶2908
• Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity! ¶2909
• If ever I have drunk a full draught of the foaming spice- and confection-bowl in which all things are well mixed: ¶2912
• If ever my hand hath mingled the furthest with the nearest, fire with spirit, joy with sorrow, and the harshest with the kindest: ¶2913
• If I myself am a grain of the saving salt which maketh everything in the confection-bowl mix well:-- ¶2914
• --For there is a salt which uniteth good with evil; and even the evilest is worthy, as spicing and as final over-foaming:-- ¶2915
• Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of rings--the ring of the return? ¶2916
• Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity! ¶2917
• If I be fond of the sea, and all that is sealike, and fondest of it when it angrily contradicteth me: ¶2920
• If the exploring delight be in me, which impelleth sails to the undiscovered, if the seafarer's delight be in my delight: ¶2921
• If ever my rejoicing hath called out: "The shore hath vanished,--now hath fallen from me the last chain-- ¶2922
• The boundless roareth around me, far away sparkle for me space and time,--well! cheer up! old heart!"-- ¶2923
• Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of rings--the ring of the return? ¶2924
• Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity! ¶2925
• If my virtue be a dancer's virtue, and if I have often sprung with both feet into golden-emerald rapture: ¶2928
• If my wickedness be a laughing wickedness, at home among rose-banks and hedges of lilies: ¶2929
• --For in laughter is all evil present, but it is sanctified and absolved by its own bliss:-- ¶2930
• And if it be my Alpha and Omega that everything heavy shall become light, every body a dancer, and every spirit a bird: and verily, that is my Alpha and Omega!-- ¶2931
• Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of rings--the ring of the return? ¶2932
• Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity! ¶2933
• If ever I have spread out a tranquil heaven above me, and have flown into mine own heaven with mine own pinions: ¶2936
• If I have swum playfully in profound luminous distances, and if my freedom's avian wisdom hath come to me:-- ¶2937
• --Thus however speaketh avian wisdom:--"Lo, there is no above and no below! Throw thyself about,--outward, backward, thou light one! Sing! speak no more! ¶2938
• --Are not all words made for the heavy? Do not all words lie to the light ones? Sing! speak no more!"-- ¶2939
• Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of rings--the ring of the return? ¶2940
• Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity! ¶2941
• Ah, where in the world have there been greater follies than with the pitiful? And what in the world hath caused more suffering than the follies of the pitiful? ¶2944
• Woe unto all loving ones who have not an elevation which is above their pity! ¶2945
• Thus spake the devil unto me, once on a time: "Even God hath his hell: it is his love for man." ¶2946
• And lately did I hear him say these words: "God is dead: of his pity for man hath God died."--ZARATHUSTRA, II., "The Pitiful." ¶2947
• When Zarathustra, however, was aloft on the summit, he sent his animals home that had accompanied him, and found that he was now alone:--then he laughed from the bottom of his heart, looked around him, and spake thus: ¶2952
• That I spake of sacrifices and honey-sacrifices, it was merely a ruse in talking and verily, a useful folly! Here aloft can I now speak freer than in front of mountain-caves and anchorites' domestic animals. ¶2953
• What to sacrifice! I squander what is given me, a squanderer with a thousand hands: how could I call that--sacrificing? ¶2954
• And when I desired honey I only desired bait, and sweet mucus and mucilage, for which even the mouths of growling bears, and strange, sulky, evil birds, water: ¶2955
• --The best bait, as huntsmen and fishermen require it. For if the world be as a gloomy forest of animals, and a pleasure-ground for all wild huntsmen, it seemeth to me rather--and preferably--a fathomless, rich sea; ¶2956
• --A sea full of many-hued fishes and crabs, for which even the Gods might long, and might be tempted to become fishers in it, and casters of nets,--so rich is the world in wonderful things, great and small! ¶2957

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