Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

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• In my domain shall no one come to grief; my cave is a good haven. And best of all would I like to put every sorrowful one again on firm land and firm legs. ¶3184
• Who, however, could take THY melancholy off thy shoulders? For that I am too weak. Long, verily, should we have to wait until some one re-awoke thy God for thee. ¶3185
• For that old God liveth no more: he is indeed dead."-- ¶3186
• At their words will I now chew a long while as at good corn; small shall my teeth grind and crush them, until they flow like milk into my soul!"-- ¶3190
• "Zarathustra! Zarathustra! Read my riddle! Say, say! WHAT IS THE REVENGE ON THE WITNESS? ¶3193
• I entice thee back; here is smooth ice! See to it, see to it, that thy pride doth not here break its legs! ¶3194
• Thou thinkest thyself wise, thou proud Zarathustra! Read then the riddle, thou hard nut-cracker,--the riddle that I am! Say then: who am _I_!" ¶3195
• "I know thee well," said he, with a brazen voice, "THOU ART THE MURDERER OF GOD! Let me go. ¶3197
• Thou couldst not ENDURE him who beheld THEE,--who ever beheld thee through and through, thou ugliest man. Thou tookest revenge on this witness!" ¶3198
• Thus spake Zarathustra and was about to go; but the nondescript grasped at a corner of his garment and began anew to gurgle and seek for words. "Stay," said he at last-- ¶3199
• --"Stay! Do not pass by! I have divined what axe it was that struck thee to the ground: hail to thee, O Zarathustra, that thou art again upon thy feet! ¶3200
• Thou hast divined, I know it well, how the man feeleth who killed him,--the murderer of God. Stay! Sit down here beside me; it is not to no purpose. ¶3201
• To whom would I go but unto thee? Stay, sit down! Do not however look at me! Honour thus--mine ugliness! ¶3202
• They persecute me: now art THOU my last refuge. NOT with their hatred, NOT with their bailiffs;--Oh, such persecution would I mock at, and be proud and cheerful! ¶3203
• Hath not all success hitherto been with the well-persecuted ones? And he who persecuteth well learneth readily to be OBSEQUENT--when once he is--put behind! But it is their PITY-- ¶3204
• --Their pity is it from which I flee away and flee to thee. O Zarathustra, protect me, thou, my last refuge, thou sole one who divinedst me: ¶3205
• --Thou hast divined how the man feeleth who killed HIM. Stay! And if thou wilt go, thou impatient one, go not the way that I came. THAT way is bad. ¶3206
• Art thou angry with me because I have already racked language too long? Because I have already counselled thee? But know that it is I, the ugliest man, ¶3207
• --Who have also the largest, heaviest feet. Where _I_ have gone, the way is bad. I tread all paths to death and destruction. ¶3208
• But that thou passedst me by in silence, that thou blushedst--I saw it well: thereby did I know thee as Zarathustra. ¶3209
• Every one else would have thrown to me his alms, his pity, in look and speech. But for that--I am not beggar enough: that didst thou divine. ¶3210
• For that I am too RICH, rich in what is great, frightful, ugliest, most unutterable! Thy shame, O Zarathustra, HONOURED me! ¶3211
• With difficulty did I get out of the crowd of the pitiful,--that I might find the only one who at present teacheth that 'pity is obtrusive'-- thyself, O Zarathustra! ¶3212
• --Whether it be the pity of a God, or whether it be human pity, it is offensive to modesty. And unwillingness to help may be nobler than the virtue that rusheth to do so. ¶3213
• THAT however--namely, pity--is called virtue itself at present by all petty people:--they have no reverence for great misfortune, great ugliness, great failure. ¶3214
• Beyond all these do I look, as a dog looketh over the backs of thronging flocks of sheep. They are petty, good-wooled, good-willed, grey people. ¶3215
• As the heron looketh contemptuously at shallow pools, with backward-bent head, so do I look at the throng of grey little waves and wills and souls. ¶3216
• Too long have we acknowledged them to be right, those petty people: SO we have at last given them power as well;--and now do they teach that 'good is only what petty people call good.' ¶3217
• And 'truth' is at present what the preacher spake who himself sprang from them, that singular saint and advocate of the petty people, who testified of himself: 'I--am the truth.' ¶3218
• That immodest one hath long made the petty people greatly puffed up,--he who taught no small error when he taught: 'I--am the truth.' ¶3219
• Hath an immodest one ever been answered more courteously?--Thou, however, O Zarathustra, passedst him by, and saidst: 'Nay! Nay! Three times Nay!' ¶3220
• Thou warnedst against his error; thou warnedst--the first to do so--against pity:--not every one, not none, but thyself and thy type. ¶3221
• Thou art ashamed of the shame of the great sufferer; and verily when thou sayest: 'From pity there cometh a heavy cloud; take heed, ye men!' ¶3222
• --When thou teachest: 'All creators are hard, all great love is beyond their pity:' O Zarathustra, how well versed dost thou seem to me in weather-signs! ¶3223
• Thou thyself, however,--warn thyself also against THY pity! For many are on their way to thee, many suffering, doubting, despairing, drowning, freezing ones-- ¶3224
• I warn thee also against myself. Thou hast read my best, my worst riddle, myself, and what I have done. I know the axe that felleth thee. ¶3225
• But he--HAD TO die: he looked with eyes which beheld EVERYTHING,--he beheld men's depths and dregs, all his hidden ignominy and ugliness. ¶3226
• His pity knew no modesty: he crept into my dirtiest corners. This most prying, over-intrusive, over-pitiful one had to die. ¶3227
• He ever beheld ME: on such a witness I would have revenge--or not live myself. ¶3228
• The God who beheld everything, AND ALSO MAN: that God had to die! Man cannot ENDURE it that such a witness should live." ¶3229

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