Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

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• New hopes are in their arms and legs, their hearts expand. They find new words, soon will their spirits breathe wantonness. ¶3655
• Such food may sure enough not be proper for children, nor even for longing girls old and young. One persuadeth their bowels otherwise; I am not their physician and teacher. ¶3656
• The DISGUST departeth from these higher men; well! that is my victory. In my domain they become assured; all stupid shame fleeth away; they empty themselves. ¶3657
• They empty their hearts, good times return unto them, they keep holiday and ruminate,--they become THANKFUL. ¶3658
• THAT do I take as the best sign: they become thankful. Not long will it be ere they devise festivals, and put up memorials to their old joys. ¶3659
• They are CONVALESCENTS!" Thus spake Zarathustra joyfully to his heart and gazed outward; his animals, however, pressed up to him, and honoured his happiness and his silence. ¶3660
• All on a sudden however, Zarathustra's ear was frightened: for the cave which had hitherto been full of noise and laughter, became all at once still as death;--his nose, however, smelt a sweet-scented vapour and incense-odour, as if from burning pine-cones. ¶3662
• "What happeneth? What are they about?" he asked himself, and stole up to the entrance, that he might be able unobserved to see his guests. But wonder upon wonder! what was he then obliged to behold with his own eyes! ¶3663
• Amen! And glory and honour and wisdom and thanks and praise and strength be to our God, from everlasting to everlasting! ¶3665
• --The ass, however, here brayed YE-A. ¶3666
• He carrieth our burdens, he hath taken upon him the form of a servant, he is patient of heart and never saith Nay; and he who loveth his God chastiseth him. ¶3667
• --The ass, however, here brayed YE-A. ¶3668
• He speaketh not: except that he ever saith Yea to the world which he created: thus doth he extol his world. It is his artfulness that speaketh not: thus is he rarely found wrong. ¶3669
• --The ass, however, here brayed YE-A. ¶3670
• Uncomely goeth he through the world. Grey is the favourite colour in which he wrappeth his virtue. Hath he spirit, then doth he conceal it; every one, however, believeth in his long ears. ¶3671
• --The ass, however, here brayed YE-A. ¶3672
• What hidden wisdom it is to wear long ears, and only to say Yea and never Nay! Hath he not created the world in his own image, namely, as stupid as possible? ¶3673
• --The ass, however, here brayed YE-A. ¶3674
• Thou goest straight and crooked ways; it concerneth thee little what seemeth straight or crooked unto us men. Beyond good and evil is thy domain. It is thine innocence not to know what innocence is. ¶3675
• --The ass, however, here brayed YE-A. ¶3676
• Lo! how thou spurnest none from thee, neither beggars nor kings. Thou sufferest little children to come unto thee, and when the bad boys decoy thee, then sayest thou simply, YE-A. ¶3677
• --The ass, however, here brayed YE-A. ¶3678
• Thou lovest she-asses and fresh figs, thou art no food-despiser. A thistle tickleth thy heart when thou chancest to be hungry. There is the wisdom of a God therein. ¶3679
• --The ass, however, here brayed YE-A. ¶3680
• Every one would think you the worst blasphemers, or the very foolishest old women, with your new belief! ¶3684
• And thou thyself, thou old pope, how is it in accordance with thee, to adore an ass in such a manner as God?"-- ¶3685
• "O Zarathustra," answered the pope, "forgive me, but in divine matters I am more enlightened even than thou. And it is right that it should be so. ¶3686
• Better to adore God so, in this form, than in no form at all! Think over this saying, mine exalted friend: thou wilt readily divine that in such a saying there is wisdom. ¶3687
• He who said 'God is a Spirit'--made the greatest stride and slide hitherto made on earth towards unbelief: such a dictum is not easily amended again on earth! ¶3688
• Mine old heart leapeth and boundeth because there is still something to adore on earth. Forgive it, O Zarathustra, to an old, pious pontiff-heart!--" ¶3689
• --"And thou," said Zarathustra to the wanderer and shadow, "thou callest and thinkest thyself a free spirit? And thou here practisest such idolatry and hierolatry? ¶3690
• Worse verily, doest thou here than with thy bad brown girls, thou bad, new believer!" ¶3691
• "It is sad enough," answered the wanderer and shadow, "thou art right: but how can I help it! The old God liveth again, O Zarathustra, thou mayst say what thou wilt. ¶3692
• The ugliest man is to blame for it all: he hath reawakened him. And if he say that he once killed him, with Gods DEATH is always just a prejudice." ¶3693
• --"And thou," said Zarathustra, "thou bad old magician, what didst thou do! Who ought to believe any longer in thee in this free age, when THOU believest in such divine donkeyism? ¶3694
• It was a stupid thing that thou didst; how couldst thou, a shrewd man, do such a stupid thing!" ¶3695
• "O Zarathustra," answered the shrewd magician, "thou art right, it was a stupid thing,--it was also repugnant to me." ¶3696
• --"And thou even," said Zarathustra to the spiritually conscientious one, "consider, and put thy finger to thy nose! Doth nothing go against thy conscience here? Is thy spirit not too cleanly for this praying and the fumes of those devotees?" ¶3697
• "There is something therein," said the spiritually conscientious one, and put his finger to his nose, "there is something in this spectacle which even doeth good to my conscience. ¶3698
• Perhaps I dare not believe in God: certain it is however, that God seemeth to me most worthy of belief in this form. ¶3699

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