Thus Spoke Zarathustra (German: Also sprach Zarathustra, sometimes translated Thus Spake Zarathustra), subtitled A Book for All and None (Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen), is a written work by German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, composed in four parts between 1883 and 1885. Much of the work deals with ideas such as the `eternal recurrence of the same`, the parable on the `death of God`, and the `prophecy` of the Overman, which were first introduced in The Gay Science. Described by Nietzsche himself as `the deepest ever written`, the book is a dense and esoteric treatise on philosophy and morality, featuring as protagonist a fictionalized Zarathustra. A central irony of the text is that the style of the Bible is used by Nietzsche to present ideas of his which fundamentally oppose Judaeo-Christian morality and tradition.

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Thus Spake Zarathustra

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

(Translator: Thomas Common)

Published: 1885

Categorie(s): Non-Fiction, Human Science, Philosophy

Source: Wikisource About Nietzsche:

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (October 15, 1844 – August 25, 1900) was a German philosopher. His writing included critiques of religion, morality, contemporary culture, philosophy, and science, using a distinctive style and displaying a fondness for aphorism. Nietzsche's influence remains substantial within and beyond philosophy, notably in existentialism and postmodernism. Nietzsche began his career as a philologist before turning to philosophy. At the age of 24 he became Professor of Classical Philology at the University of Basel, but resigned in 1879 due to health problems, which would plague him for most of his life. In 1889 he exhibited symptoms of a serious mental illness, living out his remaining years in the care of his mother and sister until his death in 1900.

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Part 1

Prologue

1.

WHEN Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But finally he had a change of heart - and rising one morning with the dawn, he went before the sun, and spoke thus to it:

"Oh great star! What would your happiness be if you did not have us to shine for?

"For ten years you have climbed here to my cave: you would have become weary of shining and of the journey, had it not been for me, my eagle, and my serpent.

"But we waited for you every morning, took from you your overflow, and blessed you for it.

"Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.

"For that I must descend into the depths, as you do in the evening when you go below the sea and bring light also to the underworld, you superabundant star!

"Like you, I must descend - as the men, to whom I shall go, call it.

"So bless me then, you tranquil eye that can behold even the greatest happiness without envy!

"Bless the cup that is about to overflow, that the water may flow golden out of it, and carry everywhere the reflection of your bliss!

"Behold! This cup wants to become empty again, and Zarathustra wants to be a man again.

Thus began Zarathustra's descent.

2.

Zarathustra came down from the mountains alone, meeting no one. Eventually he entered a forest, and there suddenly stood before him an old man, who had left his hermitage to dig for roots. And the old man spoke to Zarathustra:

"This wanderer is no stranger to me! Many years ago he passed this way; Zarathustra he was called, but he has changed. Then you carried your ashes into the mountains: will you now carry your fire into the valleys? Do you not fear to be punished for arson?

"Yes, I recognize Zarathustra. His eyes are clear now, no longer does he sneer with loathing. Just see how he dances along!

"How changed Zarathustra is! Zarathustra has become a child, an awakened one. What do you plan to do in the land of the sleepers? You have been floating in a sea of solitude, and the sea has borne you up. At long last, are you ready for dry land? Are you ready to drag yourself ashore?"

Zarathustra answered: "I love mankind."

"Why," said the saint, "did I go into the forest and the desert? Was it not because I loved mankind far too well? Now I love God! Mankind I do not love; mankind is a thing too imperfect for me. Love of mankind would be fatal to me."

Zarathustra answered: "Did I speak of love? I am bringing a gift for mankind."

"Give them nothing!" said the saint. "Take rather part of their load, and carry it along for them - that will be most agreeable to them, if only it be agreeable to you. If, however, you want to give them something, give no more than alms, and let them beg for that!"

"No," replied Zarathustra, "I will give no alms. I am not poor enough for that."

The saint laughed at Zarathustra, and spoke: "Then see to it that they accept your treasures! They are mistrustful of hermits, and do not believe that we come to give. The fall of our footsteps rings hollow through their streets. And what if at at night, when they are sleeping in their beds, they hear a man walking abroad long before sunrise? Will they not ask themselves: 'Where goes the thief?'

"Go not to mankind, but stay in the forest! Go rather even to the animals! Do you not want to be like me - a bear among bears, a bird among birds?"

"And what does the saint do in the forest?" asked Zarathustra.

The saint answered: "I compose hymns and I sing them; and in making hymns I laugh and I weep and I hum: thus do I praise God. By singing, weeping, laughing, and humming I praise the God who is my God. So, do you bring us a gift?"

When Zarathustra had heard these words, he bowed to the saint and said: "What could I have to give to you? I should leave now lest I take something away from you!" - And thus they parted, the old man and Zarathustra, laughing like two schoolboys.

But when Zarathustra was alone, he spoke to his heart: "Could it be possible? This old saint in the forest has not yet heard the news, that God is dead!"

3.

When Zarathustra arrived at the edge of the forest, he came upon a town. Many people had gathered there in the marketplace to see a tightrope walker who had promised a performance. The crowd, believing that Zarathustra was the ringmaster come to introduce the tightrope walker, gathered around to listen. And Zarathustra spoke to the people:

"I bring you the Superman! Mankind is something to be surpassed. What have you done to surpass mankind?

"All beings so far have created something beyond themselves. Do you want to be the ebb of that great tide, and revert back to the beast rather than surpass mankind? What is the ape to a man? A laughing-stock, a thing of shame. And just so shall a man be to the Superman: a laughing-stock, a thing of shame. You have evolved from worm to man, but much within you is still worm. Once you were apes, yet even now man is more of an ape than any of the apes.

"Even the wisest among you is only a confusion and hybrid of plant and phantom. But do I ask you to become phantoms or plants?

"Behold, I bring you the Superman! The Superman is the meaning of the earth. Let your will say: The Superman shall be the meaning of the earth! I beg of you my brothers, remain true to the earth, and believe not those who speak to you of otherworldly hopes! Poisoners are they, whether they know it or not. Despisers of life are they, decaying ones and poisoned ones themselves, of whom the earth is weary: so away with them!

"Once blasphemy against God was the greatest blasphemy; but God died, and those blasphemers died along with him. Now to blaspheme against the earth is the greatest sin, and to rank love for the Unknowable higher than the meaning of the earth!

"Once the soul looked contemptuously upon the body, and then that contempt was the supreme thing: - the soul wished the body lean, monstrous, and famished. Thus it thought to escape from the body and the earth. But that soul was itself lean, monstrous, and famished; and cruelty was the delight of this soul! So my brothers, tell me: What does your body say about your soul? Is not your soul poverty and filth and miserable self-complacency?

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"In truth, man is a polluted river. One must be a sea to receive a polluted river without becoming defiled. I bring you the Superman! He is that sea; in him your great contempt can be submerged.

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"What is the greatest thing you can experience? It is the hour of your greatest contempt. The hour in which even your happiness becomes loathsome to you, and so also your reason and virtue.

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"The hour when you say: 'What good is my happiness? It is poverty and filth and miserable self-complacency. But my happiness should justify existence itself!'

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"The hour when you say: 'What good is my reason? Does it long for knowledge as the lion for his prey? It is poverty and filth and miserable self-complacency!'

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"The hour when you say: 'What good is my virtue? It has not yet driven me mad! How weary I am of my good and my evil! It is all poverty and filth and miserable self-complacency!'

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"The hour when you say: 'What good is my justice? I do not see that I am filled with fire and burning coals. But the just are filled with fire and burning coals!'

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"The hour when you say: 'What good is my pity? Is not pity the cross on which he is nailed who loves man? But my pity is no crucifixion!'

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"Have you ever spoken like this? Have you ever cried like this? Ah! If only I had heard you cry this way!

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"It is not your sin - it is your moderation that cries to heaven; your very sparingness in sin cries to heaven!

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"Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed?

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"Behold, I bring you the Superman! He is that lightning, he is that madness!

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And while Zarathustra was speaking in this way, someone in the crowd interrupted: "We've heard enough about the tightrope walker; now it's time to see him!" And while the crowd laughed at Zarathustra, the tightrope walker, believing that he had been given his cue, began his performance.

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Zarathustra, however, looked at the people and wondered. Then he spoke thus:

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Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman- a rope over an abyss.

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A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting.

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What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what is lovable in man is that he is an over-going and a down-going.

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I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.

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I love the great despisers, because they are the great adorers, and arrows of longing for the other shore.

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I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the earth, that the earth may become the Superman's.

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I love him who lives in order to know, and seeks to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus he seeks his own down-going.

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I love him who labors and invents, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus he seeks his own down-going.

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I love him who loves his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.

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I love him who reserves no share of spirit for himself, but wants to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus he walks as spirit over the bridge.

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I love him who makes his virtue his inclination and destiny: thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no more.

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I love him who desires not too many virtues. One virtue is more of a virtue than two, because it is more of a knot for one's destiny to cling to.

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I love him whose soul is lavish, who wants no thanks and does not give back: for he always gives, and desires not to keep for himself.

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I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favor, and who then asks: "Am I a cheat?"- for he wants to perish.

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I love him who scatters golden words in advance of his deeds, and always does more than he promises: for he seeks his own down-going.

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I love him who justifies the future ones, and redeems the past ones: for he is willing to perish through the present ones.

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I love him who chastens his God, because he loves his God: for he must perish through the wrath of his God.

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I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may perish through a small matter: thus he goes willingly over the bridge.

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I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgets himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.

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I love him who is of a free spirit and a free heart: thus is his head only the bowels of his heart; his heart, however, causes his down-going.

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I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowers over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and perish as heralds.

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Lo, I am a herald of the lightning, and a heavy drop out of the cloud: the lightning, however, is Superman! "

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When Zarathustra had spoken these words, he again looked at the people, and was silent. "There they stand," said he to his heart; "there they laugh: they do not understand me; I am not the mouth for these ears.

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Must one first batter their ears, that they may learn to hear with their eyes? Must one clatter like kettledrums and penitential preachers? Or do they only believe the stammerer?

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They have something of which they are proud. What do they call it, that which makes them proud? Culture, they call it; it distinguishes them from the goatherds.

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They dislike, therefore, to hear of 'contempt' of themselves. So I will appeal to their pride.

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I will speak to them of the most contemptible thing: that, however, is the last man!"

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And thus spoke Zarathustra to the people:

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It is time for man to fix his goal. It is time for man to plant the seed of his highest hope.

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His soil is still rich enough for it. But that soil will one day be poor and exhausted, and no lofty tree will any longer be able to grow there.

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Alas! there comes the time when man will no longer launch the arrow of his longing beyond man- and the string of his bow will have unlearned to whiz!

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I tell you: one must still have chaos in oneself, to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: you have still chaos in yourselves.

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Alas! There comes the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There comes the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself.

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Lo! I show you the last man.

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"What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?"- so asks the last man, and blinks.

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The earth has become small, and on it hops the last man, who makes everything small. His species is ineradicable as the flea; the last man lives longest.

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"We have discovered happiness"- say the last men, and they blink.

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They have left the regions where it is hard to live; for they need warmth. One still loves one's neighbor and rubs against him; for one needs warmth.

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Turning ill and being distrustful, they consider sinful: they walk warily. He is a fool who still stumbles over stones or men!

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A little poison now and then: that makes for pleasant dreams. And much poison at the end for a pleasant death.

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One still works, for work is a pastime. But one is careful lest the pastime should hurt one.

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One no longer becomes poor or rich; both are too burdensome. Who still wants to rule? Who still wants to obey? Both are too burdensome.

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No shepherd, and one herd! Everyone wants the same; everyone is the same: he who has other sentiments goes voluntarily into the madhouse.

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"Formerly all the world was insane,"- say the subtlest of them, and they blink.

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They are clever and know all that has happened: so there is no end to their derision. People still quarrel, but are soon reconciled- otherwise it upsets their stomachs.

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They have their little pleasures for the day, and their little pleasures for the night, but they have a regard for health.

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"We have discovered happiness,"- say the last men, and they blink-

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And here ended the first discourse of Zarathustra, which is also called "The Prologue", for at this point the shouting and mirth of the multitude interrupted him. "Give us this last man, O Zarathustra,"- they called out- "make us into these last men! Then will we make you a gift of the Superman!" And all the people exulted and smacked their lips. Zarathustra, however, turned sad, and said to his heart:

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"They do not understand me: I am not the mouth for these ears.

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Perhaps I have lived too long in the mountains; I have hearkened too much to the brooks and trees: now I speak to them as to the goatherds.

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My soul is calm and clear, like the mountains in the morning. But they think I am cold, and a mocker with terrible jests.

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Now they look at me and laugh: and while they laugh they hate me too. There is ice in their laughter."

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Then, however, something happened which made every mouth mute and every eye fixed. In the meantime, of course, the rope-dancer had commenced his performance: he had come out at a little door, and was going along the rope which was stretched between two towers, so that it hung above the market-place and the people. When he was just midway across, the little door opened once more, and a gaudily-dressed fellow like a fool sprang out, and went rapidly after the first one. "Go on, halt-foot," cried his frightful voice, "go on, lazy-bones, interloper, sallow-face!- lest I tickle you with my heel! What do you here between the towers? In the tower is the place for you, you should be locked up; to one better than yourself you block the way!"- And with every word he came nearer and nearer the first one. When, however, he was but a step behind, there happened the frightful thing which made every mouth mute and every eye fixed- he uttered a yell like a devil, and jumped over the other who was in his way. The latter, however, when he thus saw his rival triumph, lost at the same time his head and his footing on the rope; he threw his pole away, and shot downward faster than it, like an eddy of arms and legs, into the depth. The market-place and the people were like the sea when the storm comes on: they all flew apart and in disorder, especially where the body was about to fall.

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Zarathustra, however, remained standing, and just beside him fell the body, badly injured and disfigured, but not yet dead. After a while consciousness returned to the shattered man, and he saw Zarathustra kneeling beside him. "What are you doing there?" he said at last, "I knew long ago that the devil would trip me up. Now he drags me to hell: will you prevent him?"

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"On my honor, my friend," answered Zarathustra, "there is nothing in what you speak: there is no devil and no hell. Your soul will be dead even sooner than your body; fear nothing any more!"

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The man looked up distrustfully. "If you speak the truth," said he, "I lose nothing when I lose my life. I am not much more than an animal which has been taught to dance by blows and a few scraps of food."

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"Not at all," said Zarathustra, "you have made danger your calling; there is nothing contemptible in that. Now you perish by your calling: therefore I will bury you with my own hands."

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When Zarathustra had said this the dying one did not reply further; but he moved his hand as if he sought the hand of Zarathustra in gratitude.

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Meanwhile the evening came on, and the market-place veiled itself in gloom. Then the people dispersed, for even curiosity and terror become fatigued. Zarathustra, however, still sat beside the dead man on the ground, absorbed in thought: so he forgot the time. But at last it became night, and a cold wind blew upon the lonely one. Then Zarathustra rose and said to his heart:

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A fine catch of fish has Zarathustra made to-day! It is not a man he has caught, but a corpse.

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Human life is inexplicable, and still without meaning: a fool may decide its fate.

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I will teach men the meaning of their existence: the Superman, the lightning out of the dark cloud- man.

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But I am still far from them, and my sense does not speak to their sense. To men I am something between a fool and a corpse.

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Gloomy is the night, gloomy are the ways of Zarathustra. Come, you cold and stiff companion! I carry you to the place where I shall bury you with my own hands.

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When Zarathustra had said this to his heart, he put the corpse upon his shoulders and set out on his way. Yet he had not gone a hundred steps, when a man stole up to him and whispered in his ear- and lo! It was the fool from the tower. "Leave this town, O Zarathustra," said he, "there are too many here who hate you. The good and the just hate you, and call you their enemy and despiser; the believers in the orthodox belief hate you, and call you a danger to the multitude. It was your good fortune to be laughed at: and verily you spoke like a fool. It was your good fortune to stoop to the dead dog; by so lowering yourself you have saved your life today. Depart, however, from this town,- or tomorrow I shall jump over you, a living man over a dead one." And when he had said this, the fool vanished; but Zarathustra went on through the dark streets.

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At the gate of the town the grave-diggers met him: they shone their torch on his face, and, recognizing Zarathustra, they sorely derided him. "Zarathustra is carrying away the dead dog: a fine thing that Zarathustra has become a grave-digger! For our hands are too clean for that roast. Will Zarathustra steal a bite from the devil? Well then, good luck! If only the devil were not a better thief than Zarathustra!- he will steal them both, he will devour them both!" And they laughed among themselves, and put their heads together.

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Zarathustra did not answer them, but went on his way. When he had gone on for two hours, past forests and swamps, he had heard too much of the hungry howling of the wolves, and he himself became hungry. So he halted at a lonely house in which a light was burning.

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"Hunger attacks me," said Zarathustra, "like a robber. Among forests and swamps my hunger attacks me, and late in the night.

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"My hunger has strange moods. Often it comes to me only after a meal, and all day it has failed to come: where has it been?"

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And so Zarathustra knocked at the door of the house. An old man appeared, who carried a light, and asked: "Who comes to me and my bad sleep?"

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"A living man and a dead one," said Zarathustra. "Give me something to eat and drink, I forgot it during the day. He that feeds the hungry refreshes his own soul, says wisdom."

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The old man withdrew, but came back immediately and offered Zarathustra bread and wine. "A bad country for the hungry," said he; "that is why I live here. Animal and man come to me, the hermit. But bid your companion eat and drink also, he is wearier than you." Zarathustra answered: "My companion is dead; I can hardly persuade him to eat." "That does not concern me," said the old man sullenly; "he that knocks at my door must take what I offer him. Eat, and fare you well!"-

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Thereafter Zarathustra went on again for two hours, trusting to the path and the light of the stars: for he was an experienced night-walker, and liked to look into the face of all that slept. When the morning dawned, however, Zarathustra found himself in a thick forest, and no path was any longer visible. He then put the dead man in a hollow tree at his head- for he wanted to protect him from the wolves- and laid down on the ground and moss. And immediately he fell asleep, tired in body, but with a tranquil soul.

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Long slept Zarathustra; and not only the rosy dawn passed over his head, but also the morning. At last, however, his eyes opened, and amazedly he gazed into the forest and the stillness, amazedly he gazed into himself. Then he arose quickly, like a seafarer who all at once sees the land; and he shouted for joy: for he saw a new truth. And he spoke thus to his heart:

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A light has dawned upon me: I need companions- living ones; not dead companions and corpses, which I carry with me whereever I go.

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But I need living companions, who will follow me because they want to follow themselves- and to the place where I will. A light has dawned upon me. Zarathustra is not to speak to the people, but to companions! Zarathustra will not be shepherd and hound of the herd!

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To steal many from the herd- for that purpose I have come. The people and the herd will be angry with me: the sheperds shall call Zarathustra a robber.

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Shepherds, I say, but they call themselves the good and just. Shepherds, I say, but they call themselves the believers in the orthodox belief.

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Behold the good and just! Whom do they hate most? The man who breaks their tables of values, the breaker, the lawbreaker:- yet he is the creator.

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Behold the believers of all beliefs! Whom do they hate most? The man who breaks up their tables of values, the breaker, the law-breaker- yet he is the creator.

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The creator seeks companions, not corpses- and not herds or believers either. The creator seeks fellow-creators - those who grave new values on new law-tablets.

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The creator seeks companions and fellow-reapers: for everything is ripe for the harvest with him. But he lacks the hundred sickles: so he plucks the ears of corn and is vexed.

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The creator seeks companions, and such as know how to whet their sickles. They will be called destroyers, and despisers of good and evil. But they are the reapers and rejoicers.

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Zarathustra seeks fellow-creators, fellow-reapers and fellow-rejoicers: what are herds and shepherds and corpses to him!

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And you, my first companion, rest in peace! I have buried you well in your hollow tree; I have hidden you well from the wolves.

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But I leave you; the time has arrived. Between rosy dawn and rosy dawn there came to me a new truth.

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I am not to be a shepherd, I am not to be a grave-digger. No longer will I speak to the people; for the last time I have spoken to the dead.

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I will join the creators, the reapers, and the rejoicers: I will show them the rainbow, and all the steps to the Superman.

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I will sing my song to the lonesome and to the twosome; and to whoever who still has ears for the unheard, I will make his heart heavy with my happiness.

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I make for my goal, I follow my course; over the loitering and tardy I will leap. Thus let my on-going be their down-going!

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This had Zarathustra said to his heart when the sun stood at noon-tide. Then he looked inquiringly aloft,- for he heard above him the sharp call of a bird. And behold! An eagle swept through the air in wide circles, and on it hung a serpent, not like a prey, but like a friend: for it kept itself coiled round the eagle's neck.

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"They are my animals," said Zarathustra, and rejoiced in his heart.

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"The proudest animal under the sun, and the wisest animal under the sun,- they have come out to search for me.

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They want to know whether Zarathustra still lives. Do I still live?

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I found it more dangerous among men than among animals; Zarathustra walks dangerous paths. Let my animals lead me!

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When Zarathustra had said this, he remembered the words of the saint in the forest. Then he sighed and spoke thus to his heart:

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"If only I were wiser! If only I were wise from the very heart, like my serpent!

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But I am asking the impossible. Therefore I ask my pride to go always with my wisdom!

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And if my wisdom should some day forsake me:- alas! it loves to fly away!- may my pride then fly with my folly!"

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Thus began Zarathustra's down-going.

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Part 2

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Book 1

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Chapter 1 The Three Metamorphoses

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OF THREE metamorphoses of the spirit do I tell you: how the spirit becomes a camel, the camel a lion, and the lion at last a child.

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Many heavy things are there for the spirit, the strong reverent spirit that would bear much: for the heavy and the heaviest longs its strength.

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What is heavy? so asks the spirit that would bear much, and then kneels down like the camel, and wants to be well laden.

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What is the heaviest thing, you heroes? asks the spirit that would bear much, that I may take it upon me and exult in my strength.

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Is it not this: To humiliate oneself in order to mortify one's pride? To exhibit one's folly in order to mock at one's wisdom?

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Or is it this: To desert our cause when it triumphs? To climb high mountains to tempt the tempter?

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Or is it this: To feed on the acorns and grass of knowledge, and for the sake of truth to suffer hunger in one's soul?

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Or is it this: To be sick and send away the comforters, and to make friends of the deaf, who never hear your requests?

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Or is it this: To go into foul water when it is the water of truth, and not avoid cold frogs and hot toads?

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Or is it this: To love those who despise us, and to give one's hand to the phantom who tries to frighten us?

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All these heaviest things the spirit that would bear much takes upon itself: like the camel, that, when laden, hastens into the desert, so speeds the spirit into its desert.

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But in the loneliest desert happens the second metamorphosis: here the spirit becomes a lion; he will seize his freedom and be master in his own wilderness.

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Here he seeks his last master: he wants to fight him and his last God; for victory he will struggle with the great dragon.

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Who is the great dragon which the spirit no longer wants to call Lord and God? "Thou-shalt," is the great dragon called. But the spirit of the lion says, "I will."

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"Thou-shalt," lies in his path, sparkling with gold- a scale-covered beast; and on each scale glitters a golden "Thou-shalt!"

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The values of a thousand years glitter on those scales, and thus speaks the mightiest of all dragons: "All values of all things- glitter on me.

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All value has long been created, and I am all created value. Verily, there shall be no more 'I will' ." Thus speaks the dragon.

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My brothers, why does the spirit need the lion? Why is the beast of burden, which renounces and is reverent, not enough?

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To create new values- that, even the lion cannot accomplish: but to create for oneself freedom for new creating- that freedom the might of the lion can seize.

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To create freedom for oneself, and give a sacred No even to duty: for that, my brothers, the lion is needed.

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To assume the right to new values- that is the most terrifying assumption for a load-bearing and reverent spirit. To such a spirit it is preying, and the work of a beast of prey.

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He once loved "Thou-shalt" as the most sacred: now is he forced to find illusion and arbitrariness even in the most sacred things, that freedom from his love may be his prey: the lion is needed for such prey.

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But tell me, my brothers, what the child can do, which even the lion could not do? Why must the preying lion still become a child?

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The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a self-rolling wheel, a first movement, a sacred Yes.

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For the game of creation, my brothers, a sacred Yes is needed: the spirit now wills his own will; the world's outcast now conquers his own world.

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Of three metamorphoses of the spirit I have told you: how the spirit became a camel, the camel a lion, and the lion at last a child.-

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Thus spoke Zarathustra. And at that time he stayed in the town which is called The Pied Cow.

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Chapter 2 The Academic Chairs of Virtue

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A SAGE was praised to Zarathustra, as one who could speak well about sleep and virtue: greatly was he honored and rewarded for it, and all the youths sat before his chair. To him went Zarathustra, and sat among the youths before his chair. And thus spoke the wise man:

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Respect and modesty in presence of sleep! That is the first thing! And to avoid all who sleep badly and keep awake at night!

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Modest is even the thief in presence of sleep: he always steals softly through the night. Shameless, however, is the night-watchman; shamelessly he carries his horn.

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No small art is it to sleep: for its sake must one stay awake all day.

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Ten times a day must you overcome yourself: that causes wholesome weariness, and is opium for the soul.

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Ten times must you reconcile again with yourself; for overcoming is bitterness, and badly sleep the unreconciled.

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Ten truths must you find during the day; otherwise will you seek truth during the night, and your soul will have been hungry.

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Ten times must you laugh during the day, and be cheerful; otherwise your stomach, the father of affliction, will disturb you in the night.

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Few people know it, but one must have all the virtues in order to sleep well. Shall I bear false witness? Shall I commit adultery?

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Shall I covet my neighbor's maidservant? All that would ill accord with good sleep.

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And even if one have all the virtues, there is still one thing needful: to send the virtues themselves to sleep at the right time.

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That they may not quarrel with one another, the good females! And about you, you unhappy one!

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Peace with God and your neighbor: so desires good sleep. And peace also with your neighbor's devil! Otherwise he will haunt you in the night.

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Honor to the government, and obedience, and also to the crooked government! So desires good sleep. How can I help it, if power likes to walk on crooked legs?

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He who leads his sheep to the greenest pasture, shall always be for me the best shepherd: so does it accord with good sleep.

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Many honors I want not, nor great treasures: they excite the spleen. But it is bad sleeping without a good name and a little treasure.

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A small company is more welcome to me than a bad one: but they must come and go at the right time. So does it accord with good sleep.

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Well, also, do the poor in spirit please me: they promote sleep. Blessed are they, especially if one always give in to them.

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Thus passes the day to the virtuous. When night comes, then take I good care not to summon sleep. It dislikes to be summoned- sleep, the lord of the virtues!

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But I think of what I have done and thought during the day. Thus chewing the cud, patient as a cow, I ask myself: What were your ten overcomings?

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And what were the ten reconciliations, and the ten truths, and the ten laughters with which my heart enjoyed itself?

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Thus pondering, and cradled by forty thoughts, I am overcome by sleep, the unsummoned, the lord of the virtues.

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Sleep taps on my eye, and it turns heavy. Sleep touches my mouth, and it remains open.

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On soft soles does it come to me, the dearest of thieves, and steals from me my thoughts: stupid do I then stand, like this academic chair.

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But not much longer do I then stand: Soon I will lie.-

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When Zarathustra heard the wise man thus speak, he laughed in his heart: for a light had dawned upon him. And thus he spoke to his heart:

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This sage with his forty thoughts is a fool: but I believe he knows well how to sleep.

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Happy is he who even lives near this wise man! Such sleep is contagious- contagious even through a thick wall.

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A magic resides even in his academic chair. And it is not in vain that the youths sit before this preacher of virtue.

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His wisdom is to keep awake in order to sleep well. And verily, if life had no sense, and had I to choose nonsense, this would be the most sensible nonsense for me also.

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Now I know well what people once sought above all else when they sought teachers of virtue. Good sleep they sought, and opiate virtues to promote it!

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To all those belauded sages of the academic chairs, wisdom was sleep without dreams: they knew no better meaning of life.

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Even now, to be sure, there are some like this preacher of virtue, and not all are so honest: but their time is past. And not much longer do they stand: soon they will lie.

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Blessed are those sleepy ones: for they shall soon drop off.-

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Thus spoke Zarathustra.

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Chapter 3 The Afterworldly

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ONCE on a time, Zarathustra also cast his delusion beyond man, like all the afterworldly. The work of a suffering and tortured God, the world then seemed to me.

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The dream- and fiction- of a God, the world then seemed to me; colored vapors before the eyes of a divinely suffering one.

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Good and evil, and joy and pain, and I and you- colored vapors did they seem to me before creative eyes. The creator wished to look away from himself,- and so he created the world.

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Intoxicating joy it is for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and forget himself. Intoxicating joy and self-forgetting, the world once seemed to me.

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This world, the eternally imperfect, an eternal contradiction's image and imperfect image- an intoxicating joy to its imperfect creator:- thus the world once seemed to me.

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Thus did I too once cast my delusion beyond man, like all the afterworldly. Beyond man?

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Ah, my brothers, that God whom I created was man-made and madness, like all gods!

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Man he was, and only a poor fragment of man and ego. Out of my own ashes and glow this ghost came to me. And verily, it did not come to me from the beyond!

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What happened then, my brothers? I overcame myself, the suffering one; I carried my own ashes to the mountain; I created a brighter flame for myself. And lo! This ghost fled from me!

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Now it would be suffering and torment to believe in such ghosts: now it would be suffering and humiliation. Thus I speak to the afterworldly.

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It was suffering and impotence- that created all afterworlds; and the brief madness of bliss, which only the greatest sufferer experiences.

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Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with a death-leap; a poor ignorant weariness, unwilling even to will any longer: that created all gods and afterworlds.

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Believe me, my brothers! It was the body which despaired of the body- it groped with the fingers of the deluded spirit at the ultimate walls.

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Believe me, my brothers! It was the body which despaired of the earth- it heard the bowels of being speaking to it.

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And then it sought to get through the ultimate walls with its head- and not only with its head - into "the other world."

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But that "other world" is well concealed from man, that dehumanized, inhuman world which is a heavenly nothing; and the bowels of being do not speak to man, except as man.

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It is difficult to prove all being, and hard to make it speak. Tell me, my brothers, is not the strangest of all things the best proved?

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Yes, this ego, with its contradiction and perplexity, speaks most honestly of its being- this creating, willing, valuing ego, which is the measure and value of things.

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And this most honest being, the ego- it speaks of the body, and still implies the body, even when it muses and raves and flutters with broken wings.

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It learns to speak ever more honestly, the ego; and the more it learns, the more titles and honors does it find for body and earth.

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A new pride my ego taught me, and this I teach to men: no longer to bury one's head into the sand of heavenly things, but to carry it freely, a earthly head, which gives meaning to the earth!

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I teach men a new will: to will this path which man has followed blindly, and to affirm it- and no longer to slink aside from it, like the sick and decaying!

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The sick and decaying- it was they who despised the body and the earth, and invented the heavenly world, and the redeeming blood-drops; but even those sweet and sad poisons they borrowed from the body and the earth!

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From their misery they sought escape, and the stars were too remote for them. Then they sighed: "O that there were heavenly paths by which to steal into another existence and into happiness!" Then they contrived for themselves their bypaths and bloody potions!

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These ungrateful ones, they now hallucinated their transport beyond the sphere of their body and this earth,. But to what did they owe the convulsion and rapture of this transport? To their body and this earth.

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Zarathustra is gentle with the sick. He is not indignant at their modes of consolation and ingratitude. May they become convalescents, men of overcoming, and create higher bodies for themselves!

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Neither is Zarathustra indignant at a convalescent who looks tenderly on his delusions, and at midnight steals round the grave of his God; but sickness and a sick body remain even in his tears.

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Many sickly ones have always been among those who muse and crave for God; violently they hate the discerning ones, and the latest of virtues, which is honesty.

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They always look backward to dark ages: Indeed, delusion and faith were then something different. To rave reason was godlike, and to doubt was sin.

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Too well do I know those godlike ones: they want that one should believe them, and that doubt should be sin. But I know too well what they themselves most believe.

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Not in afterworlds and redeeming blood-drops: but in the body do they believe most; and their body is for them the thing-in-itself.

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But it is a sickly thing to them, and gladly would they shed their skin. Therefore they hearken to the preachers of death, and themselves preach afterworlds.

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Hearken rather, my brothers, to the voice of the healthy body; it is a more honest and pure voice.

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More honestly and purely speaks the healthy body, perfect and square-built; and it speaks of the meaning of the earth.-

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Thus spoke Zarathustra.

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Chapter 4 The Despisers of the Body

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TO THE despisers of the body I speak my word. I wish them neither to learn afresh, nor teach anew, but only to bid farewell to their own bodies,- and thus become silent.

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"Body am I, and soul"- so says the child. And why should one not speak like children?

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But the awakened one, the knowing one, says: "Body am I entirely, and nothing more; and soul is only the name of something in the body."

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The body is a great wisdom, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

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An instrument of your body is also your small wisdom, my brother, which you call "mind"- a little instrument and toy of your great wisdom.

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"I," you say, and are proud of that word. But the greater thing- in which you are unwilling to believe- is your body with its great wisdom; that does not say "I," but does "I."

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What the sense feels, what the mind knows, never has its end in itself. But sense and mind would rather persuade you that they are the end of all things: so vain are they.

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Instruments and toys are sense and mind: behind them there is still the Self. The Self seeks with the eyes of the senses, it listens also with the ears of the mind.

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Always the Self listens and seeks; it compares, masters, conquers, and destroys. It rules, and is also the mind's ruler.

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Behind your thoughts and feelings, my brother, there is a mighty lord, an unknown sage- it is called Self; it dwells in your body, it is your body.

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There is more wisdom in your body than in your best wisdom. And who then knows why your body needs precisely your best wisdom?

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Your Self laughs at your mind, and its bold leaps. "What are these leaps and flights of thought to me?" it says to itself. "A detour to my end. I hold the puppet-strings of the mind, and am the prompter of its notions."

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The Self says to the mind: "Feel pain!" Then the mind suffers, and thinks how it may put an end to its suffering- and that is why it is made to think.

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The Self says to the mind: "Feel pleasure!" Then the mind is pleased, and thinks how it may be pleased again- and that is why it is made to think.

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I want to speak to the despisers of the body. Their contempt is caused by their respect. What is it that created respect and contempt and worth and will?

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The creating Self created for itself respect and contempt, it created for itself pleasure and pain. The creative body created the mind as a hand for its will.

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Even in your folly and contempt you each serve your Self, you despisers of the body. I tell you, your very Self wants to die, and turns away from life.

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No longer can your Self do that which it desires most:- create beyond itself. That is what it desires most; that is its fervent wish.

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But it is now too late to do so:- so your Self wishes to perish, you despisers of the body.

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To perish- so wishes your Self; and therefore you have become despisers of the body. For you can no longer create beyond yourselves.

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And that is why you are angry with life and the earth. An unconscious envy is in the sidelong glance of your contempt.

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I do not go your way, you despisers of the body! You are no bridges to the Superman!-

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Thus spoke Zarathustra.

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Chapter 5 Joys and Passions

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MY BROTHER, when you have a virtue, and it is your own virtue, you have it in common with no one.

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To be sure, you would call it by name and caress it; you would tug its ears and amuse yourself with it.

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And lo! Then have you its name in common with the people, and have become one of the people and the herd with your virtue!

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Better for you to say: "Inexpressible and nameless is that which gives pain and sweetness to my soul, and is the hunger of my bowels."

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Let your virtue be too exalted for the familiarity of names, and if you must speak of it, be not ashamed to stammer about it.

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Thus speak and stammer: "This is my good, this I love, thus does it please me entirely, thus alone do I want the good.

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I do not want it as divine law, not as a human law or a human need; it will not be a guide-post for me to over-earths and paradises.

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It is an earthly virtue which I love: there is little prudence in it, and least of all any common wisdom.

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But that bird built its nest with me: therefore, I love and cherish it- now it sits with me on its golden eggs."

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Thus should you stammer, and praise your virtue.

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Once you had passions and called them evil. But now you have only your virtues: they grew out of your passions.

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You implanted your highest goal into the heart of those passions: then they became your virtues and joys.

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And though you were of the race of the hot-tempered, or of the voluptuous, or of the fanatical, or the vindictive;

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All your passions in the end became virtues, and all your devils angels.

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Once had you wild dogs in your cellar: but they changed at last into birds and charming singers.

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Out of your poisons you brewed your balsam; you milked your cow, melancholy- now you drink the sweet milk of her udder.

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And nothing evil grows in you any longer, unless it be the evil that grows out of the conflict of your virtues.

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My brother, if you are fortunate, then you have one virtue and no more: thus you will go easier over the bridge.

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It is illustrious to have many virtues, but a hard lot; and many a one has gone into the wilderness and killed himself, because he was weary of being the battle and battlefield of virtues.

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My brother, are war and battle evil? But this evil is necessary; necessary are the envy and the distrust and the back-biting among the virtues.

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Behold how each of your virtues is covetous of the highest place; each wants your whole spirit to be her herald, it wants your whole power, in wrath, hatred, and love.

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Each virtue is jealous of the others, and jealousy is a terrible thing. Even virtues may perish of jealousy.

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He whom the flame of jealousy encompasses, will at last, like the scorpion, turn the poisoned sting against himself.

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Ah! my brother, have you never seen a virtue backbite and stab itself?

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Man is something that must be overcome: and therefore you will love your virtues,- for you will perish by them.-

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Thus spoke Zarathustra.

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Chapter 6 The Pale Criminal

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YOU DO not want to kill, you judges and executioners, until the animal has bowed its head? Behold, the pale criminal has bowed his head: out of his eye speaks the great contempt.

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"My ego is something that shall be overcome: my ego is to me the great contempt of man": so speaks it out of that eye.

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When he judged himself- that was his supreme moment; let not the exalted one return again to his baseness!

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There is no salvation for the man who thus suffers from himself, unless it be speedy death.

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Your killing, you judges, shall be pity, and not revenge; and as you kill, be sure that you yourselves affirm life!

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It is not enough that you should reconcile with the man whom you kill. Let your sorrow be love of the Superman: thus you will justify your own survival!

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"Enemy" you shall say, but not "villain," "invalid" you shall say, but not "wretch," "fool" you shall say, but not "sinner."

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And you, red judge, if you would confess to all you have done in thought, then everyone would cry: "Away with this filth and this poisonous snake!"

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But the thought is one thing, the deed another, and the idea of the deed still another. The wheel of causality does not roll between them.

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An idea made this pale man pale. He was equal to his deed when he did it, but the idea of it, he could not endure when it was done.

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Always he now saw himself as the doer of one deed. Madness, I call this: the exception reversed itself to the rule in him.

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The streak of chalk bewitches the hen; the stroke he struck stopped his weak reason. Madness after the deed, I call this.

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Hearken, you judges! There is another madness besides, and it is before the deed. Ah! you have not yet crept deep enough into this soul!

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Thus speaks the red judge: "Why did this criminal commit murder? He meant to rob." I tell you, however, that his soul wanted blood, not robbery: he thirsted for the bliss of the knife!

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But his weak reason did not understand this madness, and it persuaded him: "What matters blood!" it said; "don't you want, at least, to rob? Or take revenge?"

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And he listened to his weak reason: like lead its words laid upon him- therefore he robbed when he murdered. He did not want to be ashamed of his madness.

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And now the lead of his guilt lies upon him, and once more his weak reason is so numb, so paralyzed, so dull.

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If only he could only shake his head, then his burden would roll off; but who can shake that head?

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What is this man? A mass of diseases that reach out into the world through his spirit; there they want to catch their prey.

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What is this man? A coil of wild snakes that are seldom at peace among themselves- so they go forth separately and seek their prey in the world.

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Look at that poor body! What it suffered and craved, the poor soul interpreted to itself- it interpreted it as murderous desire, and eagerness for the bliss of the knife.

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The man who turns sick today, is overcome by the evil which is evil today: he seeks to cause pain with whatever causes him pain. But there have been other ages, and another evil and good.

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Once doubt was evil, and the will to Self. Then the invalids became heretics or witches; as heretics or witches they suffered, and sought to cause suffering.

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But this will not enter your ears; it hurts your good people, you tell me. But what matter your good people to me!

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Much about your good people cause me disgust, and verily, not their evil. I wish that they had a madness by which they might perish, like this pale criminal!

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I wish that their madness were called truth, or fidelity, or justice: but they have their virtue in order to live long, and in miserable self-complacency.

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I am a railing beside the torrent; whoever is able to grasp me may grasp me! Your crutch, however, I am not.-

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Thus spoke Zarathustra.

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Chapter 7 Reading and Writing

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OF ALL that is written, I love only what a man has written with his blood. Write with blood, and you will find that blood is spirit.

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It is no easy task to understand unfamiliar blood; I hate reading idlers.

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He who knows the reader, does nothing for the reader. Another century of readers- and spirit itself will stink.

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That everyone is allowed to learn to read, ruins in the long run not only writing but also thinking.

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Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it even becomes rabble.

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He that writes in blood and aphorisms does not want to be read, but learnt by heart.

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In the mountains the shortest way is from peak to peak, but for that route you must have long legs. Aphorisms should be peaks, and those spoken to should be tall and lofty.

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The atmosphere rare and pure, danger near and the spirit full of a joyful wickedness: these things go well together.

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I want to have goblins about me, for I am courageous. Courage which scares away ghosts, creates goblins for itself- it wants to laugh.

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I no longer feel as you do; the very cloud which I see beneath me, the blackness and heaviness at which I laugh- that is your thunder-cloud.

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You look aloft when you long for exaltation; and I look downward because I am exalted.

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Who among you can at the same time laugh and be exalted?

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He who climbs high mountains, laughs at all tragic plays and tragic realities.

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Brave, unconcerned, mocking, violent- thus wisdom wants us; wisdom is a woman, and always loves only a warrior.

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You tell me, "Life is hard to bear." But why should you have your pride in the morning and your resignation in the evening?

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Life is hard to bear: but do not pretend to be so delicate! We are all of us fine sumpter asses and she-asses.

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What do we have in common with the rose-bud, which trembles because a drop of dew lies on it?

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It is true we love life; not because we are wont to live, but because we are wont to love.

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There is always some madness in love. But there is always, also, some method in madness.

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And to me also, who appreciates life, the butterflies, and soap-bubbles, and whatever is like them, seem to know most about happiness.

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To see these light, foolish, pretty, lively little sprites flit about- that moves Zarathustra to tears and songs.

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I would only believe in a God who could dance.

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And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity- through him all things fall.

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Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we kill. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!

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I learned to walk; since then have I let myself run. I learned to fly; since then I do not need to be pushed to move from a spot.

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Now I am light, now I fly, now I see myself beneath myself, now a god dances through me.-

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Thus spoke Zarathustra.

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Chapter 8 The Tree on the Hill

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ZARATHUSTRA's eye had perceived that a certain youth avoided him. And as he walked alone one evening over the hills surrounding the town called "The Pied Cow," behold, there he found the youth sitting leaning against a tree, and gazing with wearied look into the valley. Zarathustra then laid hold of the tree beside which the youth sat, and spoke thus:

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"If I wished to shake this tree with my hands, I should not be able to do so.

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But the wind, which we do not see, troubles and bends it as it lists. We are worst bent and troubled by invisible hands."

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Then the youth arose disconcerted, and said: "I hear Zarathustra, and just now was I thinking of him!" Zarathustra answered:

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"Why are you frightened on that account?- But it is the same with man as with the tree.

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The more he seeks to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthward, downward, into the dark and deep- into evil."

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"Yes, into evil!" cried the youth. "How is it possible that you have discovered my soul?"

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Zarathustra smiled, and said: "Many a soul one can never discover, unless one firsts invents it."

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"Yes, into evil!" cried the youth once more.

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"You said the truth, Zarathustra. I trust myself no longer since I sought to rise into the height, and nobody trusts me any longer; how does that happen?

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I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. I often overleap the steps when I climb; none of the steps pardons me for it.

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When aloft, I find myself always alone. No one speaks to me; the frost of solitude makes me tremble. What do I seek in the heights?

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My contempt and my longing increase together; the higher I climb, the more do I despise him who climbs. What does he seek in the heights?

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How ashamed I am of my climbing and stumbling! How I mock my violent panting! How I hate him who flies! How tired I am on the height!"

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Here the youth was silent. And Zarathustra contemplated the tree beside which they stood, and spoke thus:

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"This tree stands lonely here on the hills; it has grown up high above man and beast.

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And if it wanted to speak, there would be no one who could understand it: so high has it grown.

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