Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

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• God is said to be eternal, according to the testimony of the most pious: he who hath so much time taketh his time. As slow and as stupid as possible: THEREBY can such a one nevertheless go very far. ¶3700
• And he who hath too much spirit might well become infatuated with stupidity and folly. Think of thyself, O Zarathustra! ¶3701
• Thou thyself--verily! even thou couldst well become an ass through superabundance of wisdom. ¶3702
• Doth not the true sage willingly walk on the crookedest paths? The evidence teacheth it, O Zarathustra,--THINE OWN evidence!" ¶3703
• --"And thou thyself, finally," said Zarathustra, and turned towards the ugliest man, who still lay on the ground stretching up his arm to the ass (for he gave it wine to drink). "Say, thou nondescript, what hast thou been about! ¶3704
• Thou seemest to me transformed, thine eyes glow, the mantle of the sublime covereth thine ugliness: WHAT didst thou do? ¶3705
• Is it then true what they say, that thou hast again awakened him? And why? Was he not for good reasons killed and made away with? ¶3706
• Thou thyself seemest to me awakened: what didst thou do? why didst THOU turn round? Why didst THOU get converted? Speak, thou nondescript!" ¶3707
• "O Zarathustra," answered the ugliest man, "thou art a rogue! ¶3708
• Whether HE yet liveth, or again liveth, or is thoroughly dead--which of us both knoweth that best? I ask thee. ¶3709
• One thing however do I know,--from thyself did I learn it once, O Zarathustra: he who wanteth to kill most thoroughly, LAUGHETH. ¶3710
• 'Not by wrath but by laughter doth one kill'--thus spakest thou once, O Zarathustra, thou hidden one, thou destroyer without wrath, thou dangerous saint,--thou art a rogue!" ¶3711
• Then, however, did it come to pass that Zarathustra, astonished at such merely roguish answers, jumped back to the door of his cave, and turning towards all his guests, cried out with a strong voice: ¶3713
• "O ye wags, all of you, ye buffoons! Why do ye dissemble and disguise yourselves before me! ¶3714
• How the hearts of all of you convulsed with delight and wickedness, because ye had at last become again like little children--namely, pious,-- ¶3715
• --Because ye at last did again as children do--namely, prayed, folded your hands and said 'good God'! ¶3716
• But now leave, I pray you, THIS nursery, mine own cave, where to-day all childishness is carried on. Cool down, here outside, your hot child-wantonness and heart-tumult! ¶3717
• To be sure: except ye become as little children ye shall not enter into THAT kingdom of heaven." (And Zarathustra pointed aloft with his hands.) ¶3718
• "But we do not at all want to enter into the kingdom of heaven: we have become men,--SO WE WANT THE KINGDOM OF EARTH." ¶3719
• And once more began Zarathustra to speak. "O my new friends," said he,-- "ye strange ones, ye higher men, how well do ye now please me,-- ¶3721
• --Since ye have again become joyful! Ye have, verily, all blossomed forth: it seemeth to me that for such flowers as you, NEW FESTIVALS are required. ¶3722
• --A little valiant nonsense, some divine service and ass-festival, some old joyful Zarathustra fool, some blusterer to blow your souls bright. ¶3723
• Forget not this night and this ass-festival, ye higher men! THAT did ye devise when with me, that do I take as a good omen,--such things only the convalescents devise! ¶3724
• And should ye celebrate it again, this ass-festival, do it from love to yourselves, do it also from love to me! And in remembrance of me!" ¶3725
• "My friends, all of you," said the ugliest man, "what think ye? For the sake of this day--_I_ am for the first time content to have lived mine entire life. ¶3731
• And that I testify so much is still not enough for me. It is worth while living on the earth: one day, one festival with Zarathustra, hath taught me to love the earth. ¶3732
• 'Was THAT--life?' will I say unto death. 'Well! Once more!' ¶3733
• My friends, what think ye? Will ye not, like me, say unto death: 'Was THAT--life? For the sake of Zarathustra, well! Once more!'"-- ¶3734
• COME! COME! COME! LET US NOW WANDER! IT IS THE HOUR: LET US WANDER INTO THE NIGHT! ¶3740
• Ye higher men, it is getting on to midnight: then will I say something into your ears, as that old clock-bell saith it into mine ear,-- ¶3742
• --As mysteriously, as frightfully, and as cordially as that midnight clock-bell speaketh it to me, which hath experienced more than one man: ¶3743
• --Which hath already counted the smarting throbbings of your fathers' hearts--ah! ah! how it sigheth! how it laugheth in its dream! the old, deep, deep midnight! ¶3744
• Hush! Hush! Then is there many a thing heard which may not be heard by day; now however, in the cool air, when even all the tumult of your hearts hath become still,-- ¶3745
• --Now doth it speak, now is it heard, now doth it steal into overwakeful, nocturnal souls: ah! ah! how the midnight sigheth! how it laugheth in its dream! ¶3746
• --Hearest thou not how it mysteriously, frightfully, and cordially speaketh unto THEE, the old deep, deep midnight? ¶3747
• Woe to me! Whither hath time gone? Have I not sunk into deep wells? The world sleepeth-- ¶3750
• Ah! Ah! The dog howleth, the moon shineth. Rather will I die, rather will I die, than say unto you what my midnight-heart now thinketh. ¶3751
• Already have I died. It is all over. Spider, why spinnest thou around me? Wilt thou have blood? Ah! Ah! The dew falleth, the hour cometh-- ¶3752
• --The hour in which I frost and freeze, which asketh and asketh and asketh: "Who hath sufficient courage for it? ¶3753
• --Who is to be master of the world? Who is going to say: THUS shall ye flow, ye great and small streams!" ¶3754

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