Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

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• And it is not those who lead OUT OF danger that please you best, but those who lead you away from all paths, the misleaders. But if such longing in you be ACTUAL, it seemeth to me nevertheless to be IMPOSSIBLE. ¶3601
• For fear--that is man's original and fundamental feeling; through fear everything is explained, original sin and original virtue. Through fear there grew also MY virtue, that is to say: Science. ¶3602
• For fear of wild animals--that hath been longest fostered in man, inclusive of the animal which he concealeth and feareth in himself:--Zarathustra calleth it 'the beast inside.' ¶3603
• Such prolonged ancient fear, at last become subtle, spiritual and intellectual--at present, me thinketh, it is called SCIENCE."-- ¶3604
• For FEAR--is an exception with us. Courage, however, and adventure, and delight in the uncertain, in the unattempted--COURAGE seemeth to me the entire primitive history of man. ¶3606
• The wildest and most courageous animals hath he envied and robbed of all their virtues: thus only did he become--man. ¶3607
• THIS courage, at last become subtle, spiritual and intellectual, this human courage, with eagle's pinions and serpent's wisdom: THIS, it seemeth to me, is called at present--" ¶3608
• "ZARATHUSTRA!" cried all of them there assembled, as if with one voice, and burst out at the same time into a great laughter; there arose, however, from them as it were a heavy cloud. Even the magician laughed, and said wisely: "Well! It is gone, mine evil spirit! ¶3609
• And did I not myself warn you against it when I said that it was a deceiver, a lying and deceiving spirit? ¶3610
• Especially when it showeth itself naked. But what can _I_ do with regard to its tricks! Have _I_ created it and the world? ¶3611
• Well! Let us be good again, and of good cheer! And although Zarathustra looketh with evil eye--just see him! he disliketh me--: ¶3612
• --Ere night cometh will he again learn to love and laud me; he cannot live long without committing such follies. ¶3613
• HE--loveth his enemies: this art knoweth he better than any one I have seen. But he taketh revenge for it--on his friends!" ¶3614
• "Go not away!" said then the wanderer who called himself Zarathustra's shadow, "abide with us--otherwise the old gloomy affliction might again fall upon us. ¶3618
• Now hath that old magician given us of his worst for our good, and lo! the good, pious pope there hath tears in his eyes, and hath quite embarked again upon the sea of melancholy. ¶3619
• Those kings may well put on a good air before us still: for that have THEY learned best of us all at present! Had they however no one to see them, I wager that with them also the bad game would again commence,-- ¶3620
• --The bad game of drifting clouds, of damp melancholy, of curtained heavens, of stolen suns, of howling autumn-winds, ¶3621
• --The bad game of our howling and crying for help! Abide with us, O Zarathustra! Here there is much concealed misery that wisheth to speak, much evening, much cloud, much damp air! ¶3622
• Thou hast nourished us with strong food for men, and powerful proverbs: do not let the weakly, womanly spirits attack us anew at dessert! ¶3623
• Thou alone makest the air around thee strong and clear! Did I ever find anywhere on earth such good air as with thee in thy cave? ¶3624
• Many lands have I seen, my nose hath learned to test and estimate many kinds of air: but with thee do my nostrils taste their greatest delight! ¶3625
• Unless it be,--unless it be--, do forgive an old recollection! Forgive me an old after-dinner song, which I once composed amongst daughters of the desert:-- ¶3626
• For with them was there equally good, clear, Oriental air; there was I furthest from cloudy, damp, melancholy Old-Europe! ¶3627
• Then did I love such Oriental maidens and other blue kingdoms of heaven, over which hang no clouds and no thoughts. ¶3628
• Ye would not believe how charmingly they sat there, when they did not dance, profound, but without thoughts, like little secrets, like beribboned riddles, like dessert-nuts-- ¶3629
• Many-hued and foreign, forsooth! but without clouds: riddles which can be guessed: to please such maidens I then composed an after-dinner psalm." ¶3630
• THE DESERTS GROW: WOE HIM WHO DOTH THEM HIDE! ¶3633
• --Ha! Solemnly! In effect solemnly! A worthy beginning! Afric manner, solemnly! Of a lion worthy, Or perhaps of a virtuous howl-monkey-- --But it's naught to you, Ye friendly damsels dearly loved, At whose own feet to me, The first occasion, To a European under palm-trees, A seat is now granted. Selah. ¶3634
• Here do I sit now, In this the smallest oasis, Like a date indeed, Brown, quite sweet, gold-suppurating, For rounded mouth of maiden longing, But yet still more for youthful, maidlike, Ice-cold and snow-white and incisory Front teeth: and for such assuredly, Pine the hearts all of ardent date-fruits. Selah. ¶3637
• THE DESERTS GROW: WOE HIM WHO DOTH THEM HIDE! ¶3641
• "Whither hath their distress now gone?" said he, and already did he himself feel relieved of his petty disgust--"with me, it seemeth that they have unlearned their cries of distress! ¶3645
• --Though, alas! not yet their crying." And Zarathustra stopped his ears, for just then did the YE-A of the ass mix strangely with the noisy jubilation of those higher men. ¶3646
• "They are merry," he began again, "and who knoweth? perhaps at their host's expense; and if they have learned of me to laugh, still it is not MY laughter they have learned. ¶3647
• But what matter about that! They are old people: they recover in their own way, they laugh in their own way; mine ears have already endured worse and have not become peevish. ¶3648
• This day is a victory: he already yieldeth, he fleeth, THE SPIRIT OF GRAVITY, mine old arch-enemy! How well this day is about to end, which began so badly and gloomily! ¶3649
• And it is ABOUT TO end. Already cometh the evening: over the sea rideth it hither, the good rider! How it bobbeth, the blessed one, the home-returning one, in its purple saddles! ¶3650
• The sky gazeth brightly thereon, the world lieth deep. Oh, all ye strange ones who have come to me, it is already worth while to have lived with me!" ¶3651
• Thus spake Zarathustra. And again came the cries and laughter of the higher men out of the cave: then began he anew: ¶3652
• "They bite at it, my bait taketh, there departeth also from them their enemy, the spirit of gravity. Now do they learn to laugh at themselves: do I hear rightly? ¶3653
• My virile food taketh effect, my strong and savoury sayings: and verily, I did not nourish them with flatulent vegetables! But with warrior-food, with conqueror-food: new desires did I awaken. ¶3654

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