Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

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• But the awakened one, the knowing one, saith: "Body am I entirely, and nothing more; and soul is only the name of something in the body." ¶420
• The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd. ¶421
• An instrument of thy body is also thy little sagacity, my brother, which thou callest "spirit"--a little instrument and plaything of thy big sagacity. ¶422
• "Ego," sayest thou, and art proud of that word. But the greater thing--in which thou art unwilling to believe--is thy body with its big sagacity; it saith not "ego," but doeth it. ¶423
• What the sense feeleth, what the spirit discerneth, hath never its end in itself. But sense and spirit would fain persuade thee that they are the end of all things: so vain are they. ¶424
• Instruments and playthings are sense and spirit: behind them there is still the Self. The Self seeketh with the eyes of the senses, it hearkeneth also with the ears of the spirit. ¶425
• Ever hearkeneth the Self, and seeketh; it compareth, mastereth, conquereth, and destroyeth. It ruleth, and is also the ego's ruler. ¶426
• Behind thy thoughts and feelings, my brother, there is a mighty lord, an unknown sage--it is called Self; it dwelleth in thy body, it is thy body. ¶427
• There is more sagacity in thy body than in thy best wisdom. And who then knoweth why thy body requireth just thy best wisdom? ¶428
• Thy Self laugheth at thine ego, and its proud prancings. "What are these prancings and flights of thought unto me?" it saith to itself. "A by-way to my purpose. I am the leading-string of the ego, and the prompter of its notions." ¶429
• The Self saith unto the ego: "Feel pain!" And thereupon it suffereth, and thinketh how it may put an end thereto--and for that very purpose it IS MEANT to think. ¶430
• The Self saith unto the ego: "Feel pleasure!" Thereupon it rejoiceth, and thinketh how it may ofttimes rejoice--and for that very purpose it IS MEANT to think. ¶431
• To the despisers of the body will I speak a word. That they despise is caused by their esteem. What is it that created esteeming and despising and worth and will? ¶432
• The creating Self created for itself esteeming and despising, it created for itself joy and woe. The creating body created for itself spirit, as a hand to its will. ¶433
• Even in your folly and despising ye each serve your Self, ye despisers of the body. I tell you, your very Self wanteth to die, and turneth away from life. ¶434
• No longer can your Self do that which it desireth most:--create beyond itself. That is what it desireth most; that is all its fervour. ¶435
• But it is now too late to do so:--so your Self wisheth to succumb, ye despisers of the body. ¶436
• To succumb--so wisheth your Self; and therefore have ye become despisers of the body. For ye can no longer create beyond yourselves. ¶437
• And therefore are ye now angry with life and with the earth. And unconscious envy is in the sidelong look of your contempt. ¶438
• I go not your way, ye despisers of the body! Ye are no bridges for me to the Superman!-- ¶439
• My brother, when thou hast a virtue, and it is thine own virtue, thou hast it in common with no one. ¶442
• To be sure, thou wouldst call it by name and caress it; thou wouldst pull its ears and amuse thyself with it. ¶443
• And lo! Then hast thou its name in common with the people, and hast become one of the people and the herd with thy virtue! ¶444
• Better for thee to say: "Ineffable is it, and nameless, that which is pain and sweetness to my soul, and also the hunger of my bowels." ¶445
• Let thy virtue be too high for the familiarity of names, and if thou must speak of it, be not ashamed to stammer about it. ¶446
• Thus speak and stammer: "That is MY good, that do I love, thus doth it please me entirely, thus only do _I_ desire the good. ¶447
• Not as the law of a God do I desire it, not as a human law or a human need do I desire it; it is not to be a guide-post for me to superearths and paradises. ¶448
• An earthly virtue is it which I love: little prudence is therein, and the least everyday wisdom. ¶449
• But that bird built its nest beside me: therefore, I love and cherish it--now sitteth it beside me on its golden eggs." ¶450
• Thus shouldst thou stammer, and praise thy virtue. ¶451
• Once hadst thou passions and calledst them evil. But now hast thou only thy virtues: they grew out of thy passions. ¶452
• Thou implantedst thy highest aim into the heart of those passions: then became they thy virtues and joys. ¶453
• And though thou wert of the race of the hot-tempered, or of the voluptuous, or of the fanatical, or the vindictive; ¶454
• All thy passions in the end became virtues, and all thy devils angels. ¶455
• Once hadst thou wild dogs in thy cellar: but they changed at last into birds and charming songstresses. ¶456
• Out of thy poisons brewedst thou balsam for thyself; thy cow, affliction, milkedst thou--now drinketh thou the sweet milk of her udder. ¶457
• And nothing evil groweth in thee any longer, unless it be the evil that groweth out of the conflict of thy virtues. ¶458
• My brother, if thou be fortunate, then wilt thou have one virtue and no more: thus goest thou easier over the bridge. ¶459
• Illustrious is it to have many virtues, but a hard lot; and many a one hath gone into the wilderness and killed himself, because he was weary of being the battle and battlefield of virtues. ¶460
• My brother, are war and battle evil? Necessary, however, is the evil; necessary are the envy and the distrust and the back-biting among the virtues. ¶461

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