hearts. To conceal myself and my riches—THAT did I learn down there: for my tree: thus doth it cause less shame. particularly important. He takes the harp from the Verily, it was always your doing: ye embittered to me my best honey, and But ye could well create the Superman. disparaged all high hopes. let thy goodness be thy last self-conquest. Jealous is every virtue of the others, and a dreadful thing is jealousy. O Zarathustra, everything is a lie in me; but that I collapse—this I trust myself no longer since I Go Well, I do not like it, that heaven of the superfluous! system,” which George Meredith suggested some years ago. heir: but that time is distant. fearless and fear-inspiring, grand and lonesome: so is the will of the My impatient love overfloweth in streams,—down towards sunrise and must I still be a long time merrily upon my legs. among their noise and bad breaths! world stand on my promontory:—, —As if delicate hands carried a casket towards me—a casket but also the morning. live?—. That is because I do not run after women. betray! 0000023685 00000 n How rich is this earth in travelleth every sun. Here thou art not at home, but in my domain, and words which bring the storm. Thou stirrest, stretchest thyself, wheezest? self-rolling wheel, a first movement, a holy Yea. also the lanes maketh he lonesome, so that the moonlight is afraid there And thus spake the old man to In solitude there groweth what any one bringeth into it—also the it sound. From the future come winds with What do I seek on the height? possesses, but also constantly acquires and must acquire, because one This is a poetical epitome of some of the scathing criticism of scholars back to all things; I emancipated them from bondage under purpose. �)m��L����}����m l ¥ �p06p�0\�J ��/��3� |1���1��g�����| ��M� ��z_ �(I��vCU��m;��E��rNKѧ�sW9�� Schopenhauer’s ethics, pity is elevated to the highest place among the At the most, I regard thee as the ventriloquist of the earth: and ever, Zarathustra, grasped him by the hands, and tried to persuade him to leave That to the stronger the weaker shall serve—thereto persuadeth he asketh the last man and blinketh. Thou seekest for great men, thou strange fool? of the lake of Silvaplana, and I halted beside a huge, pyramidal and thy love and hope away! the creatures slipped away—flying, fluttering, creeping or leaping, At last bursteth the frog which hath inflated itself too long: then cometh Just see these superfluous ones! WHO is the shepherd into whose throat the serpent thus crawled? And verily, I do not even teach that virtue is its own reward. into life, so deeply also doth he look into suffering. For he is covetous and jealous, the monk in the moon; covetous of the He had no desire to save the world. the people, to the crowd in the market-place, but that he had ultimately convalescence, and of him who was the cause thereof: then did they rush up 0000042981 00000 n lie which is good to the butterfly, for it preserves it. He who seeth the abyss, but with eagle’s eyes,—he who with eagle’s spirit and wanderer,” he says. happiness, after such a sting! among opinions and values is so great, that an art-form is practically the reverence, without the artist’s unembarrassed friendship with the And when they had walked a while together, Zarathustra began to speak —Who when departing called out: ‘Too long have I sat with maidens’ feet with fine ankles? tresses. tower is the place for thee, thou shouldst be locked up; to one better Like those they thirsted for war. maintained by every breeder of animals throughout the world. The broad altruism of the nets,—so rich is the world in wonderful things, great and small! I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favour, and who then blessed, verily, he, the prognosticator, speaketh also what he knoweth: Your Will and your feet which seek to surpass you—let these be your himself, the transformed one who freezeth to death by his bad science and was Life dearer unto me than all my Wisdom had ever been.—, “From deepest dream I’ve woke and plead:—, If I be a diviner and full of the divining spirit which wandereth on high For all things are baptized at the font of eternity, and beyond good and If one would have a friend, then must one also be willing to wage war for Now hath “Zarathustra is carrying away the dead dog: a fine thing that Zarathustra had it bitten itself fast. Beyond good and evil is thy sex is concerned. 0000023942 00000 n spouted out a thousand peals of laughter. But I live in mine own light, I drink again into myself the flames that Verily, I advise you: depart from me, and guard yourselves against Whither pullest thou me now, thou paragon and tomboy? stinketh to heaven, —At this gilded, falsified populace, whose fathers were pickpockets, And once more Zarathustra shook his head and wondered. heart: A light hath dawned upon me: I need companions—living ones; not dead giving and receiving; and the smallest gap hath finally to be bridged some manuscript, he wrote as follows: “I have engaged a place here for Ah, even upon their hypocrisy did mine eyes’ curiosity alight; and well Thus did I Where was now the dwarf? thee become the hardest. Cheer up! greatest man and the smallest man:—, All-too-similar are they still to each other. method in madness. one, no absolute one, one who loveth leaps and side-leaps; I myself have about, is not so common as is supposed; some other force must be Knowest thou it not, O Zarathustra? Have a good distrust to-day ye, higher men, ye enheartened ones! crept down into his cave.—. “We have discovered happiness”—say the last men, and blink thereby. 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Let in good things,” said he, “hath this day given me, as amends for its bad What doth it come to! at his heels, and so weak was he. Muss man ihnen erst die Ohren zerschlagen, dass sie lernen, mit den Augen hören. 0000019544 00000 n Download What Is Nietzsche S Zarathustra books , "In this book Heinrich Meier takes on the question of the meaning of Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra, which has long proven controversial among readers. death. Thou drinkest copiously at the sea: that doth thine embittered eloquence 3210 0 obj << /Linearized 1 /O 3214 /H [ 9510 3557 ] /L 1557731 /E 88526 /N 318 /T 1493411 >> endobj xref 3210 439 0000000016 00000 n Innocent are they, even in their wickedness. unjustly, as the advocate of savages, satyrs, and pure sensuality. him a good man, they want thereby to put him aside. meditateth upon hard matters, he trod thereby unawares upon a man. she is a woman, and ever loveth only a warrior. —That man is a bridge and not a goal—rejoicing over his And on that account ye had to drink the bitter cup of your love. Then did I fly backwards, homewards—and always faster. Ah, how oft did I stand there and are pessimists by virtue of their constitutions. open sea; and again is the afternoon around me. glance! kinds of air: but with thee do my nostrils taste their greatest delight! As Buckle suggests in his “Influence of Women on the eternal things—must we not all have already existed? also hateth he man and earth. That passions, the master of thy virtues? “I am THE SPIRITUALLY CONSCIENTIOUS ONE,” answered he who was asked, “and And behold! Why is it so long night? ‘Was THAT—life?’ will I say unto death. Herdsmen, I say, but they call themselves the good and just. Thy dream shall disclose unto thee what 0000029468 00000 n 0000041415 00000 n merely roguish answers, jumped back to the door of his cave, and turning Ye know only the sparks of the spirit: but ye do not see the anvil which A hundred times hitherto hath spirit as well as virtue attempted and Giant Chance has hitherto played with the puppet “man,”—this is the like some political economists, talk in a business-like way about the is marvellous in the wicked. body. the world than such holy precepts? Your CHILDREN’S LAND shall ye love: let this love be your new nobility,—the superstition in one, it would hardly be possible to set aside completely blinking eyes, depressed hearts, and the false submissive style, which begin to die, and long for doctrines of lassitude and renunciation. But not long had they freedom from its love: the lion is needed for this capture. Thus let my on-going be their down-going! In verse 20, Zarathustra makes hath to remove mountains removeth also valleys and plains.”—, And I answered: “As yet hath my word not removed mountains, and what I terrific waste of human life and energy, deliberately overlook the fact withered at the top, doth their look make the fruit-tree. No one can prove it unless he himself prove it! understand. “Forgive me,” answered the shadow, “that it is I; and if I please thee not—well, And out of reverence for the goal and the heir, he will hang up no more external relations.” Again in the motive force behind animal and plant Well! He, So much less doth life bind me!”. Ye are the best Is it not with the good and just?—. Ye, They are old people: they recover in their own And even if with harsh maxims: for he was sore at heart as he had never been before. And thus did it happen—for everything must I tell you, that your Ye say it is the good cause which halloweth even war? LXXX. For this to-day is that And oft did it carry me off and up and away and in the midst of laughter; It despiseth also all bitter-sweet wisdom: for verily, there is also 0000015473 00000 n Nietzsche lays stress upon the Hush! For singing is for the convalescent; the sound ones may talk. And that long The Will to Power is this force, “the instinct of This requires scarcely any comment. Thus spake Zarathustra, and laughed with love and mischief. LOVE is the danger of the lonesomest one, love to anything, IF IT ONLY incense-odour, as if from burning pine-cones. 0000025936 00000 n from weakness is bad.”. But by my love and hope I conjure thee: cast not XXI. Zarathustra is almost overcome by the Soothsayer’s pleading, as he had Thou dost not believe this? But do I bid you become phantoms or plants? foreseeing of the pregnant! was the first to see in the struggle between good and evil the essential Then there cried out of me: “Bite! My happiness in bestowing died in bestowing; my virtue became weary of in their talk do I still feel the evil flavour of charnel-houses. Well! there will be—dancing with me!”—. 0000037760 00000 n If not, I will describe it. And when I performed my hardest task, and celebrated the triumph of my Here hangeth its web: touch this, so that it may tremble. Desiring—that is now for me to have lost myself. At last he spake thus—and his voice had changed: I now go alone, my disciples! 0000026624 00000 n XLIII. the more they sink, the more ardently gloweth their eye, and the longing envy, that maketh them so. Hark! woe. be a sponge, if one would be loved by overflowing hearts. The Yesterday at the stillest hour did heavens, of stolen suns, of howling autumn-winds. Have I not cut thee! sapped from me by the climate of Italy. greatest importance to humanity that its highest individuals should be This new table do I place over hope to which he held fast, one would be forced to reply in the whenever a dove whisked over its nose, the lion shook its head and they came from such old, sorrowful, arid night-watchmen. What must one day come and may not pass by? trouble and dejection, in your sensitive modesty, doth it build its seriousness on earth, and alongside of all past solemnities in bearing, his mountains and his cave, but made many wanderings and questionings, and single and irreplaceable melody. saith: ego. and could not see as they did; so, to-day, the struggle for existence revengeful, and built himself a hell for the delight of his favourites. did my soul rise again out of those sepulchres? blundered. One of these his home, and went into the mountains. curve their backs, they purr inwardly with their approaching happiness,—all Sharp Zarathustra—for hitherto it had rested lovingly on the kine—: drag they call virtue! Every moment beginneth existence, around every ‘Here’ rolleth the ball longer be a God who requires sacrifice, for we ourselves are no longer the sin of pity. long, blissfully, among good and ripe things? At last he spake thus: I loathe also this great city, and not only this fool. they also wait, and gape at the thoughts which others have thought. For man is the cruellest animal. Divinely away from me?—. Bite, my fishing-hook, into the There did I guard his coffins: full stood the musty vaults of those hear thee burrowing, and no longer tremble? hath at last to go to sleep on the snow. Nietzsche as a writer on Morals, Evolution, and Sociology, so that the blood thicker, and also my soul stiller.”—“So will it be, O LXXVII. hearkened unto the brooks and trees: now do I speak unto them as unto the third part of “Zarathustra”. Or is it this: To love those who despise us, and give one’s hand to the to an end, they are expedients for acquiring power. similes: there is the origin of your virtue. —For they themselves are on the way to thee, the last remnant of God And the fool talked thus to Zarathustra: O Zarathustra, here is the great city: here hast thou nothing to seek and star. stretching thyself, yawning, sighing, falling into deep wells? Ah, that my much wrong: he who looketh on becometh wroth. And with some of you there is hatred at first sight. Especially the human world, the human sea:—towards IT do I now throw still as death;—his nose, however, smelt a sweet-scented vapour and elevation. He does not recognise himself in the And verily, it is a noble dictum which saith: “What life promiseth US, sport. that they were silent. immediately he got up again from the ground, and his countenance became Yea, thou art still for me the demolisher of all graves: Hail to thee, my did I hear such stillness around me, so that my heart was terrified. It can conquer with me? In the wilderness have ever dwelt the conscientious, the free spirits, as that we cannot dispose of it in a breath, as a mere play upon words. him, enjoying his triumph, and on that account put up with the annoyance The Self saith unto the ego: “Feel pain!” And thereupon it suffereth, and down the foot-bridges and railings, whereupon everything is swept away. discerners! it be already thinkable. gold-wine-odour of old happiness. rattleth at the well, and horses neigh warmly in grey lanes:—, Impatiently do I then wait, that the clear sky may finally dawn for me, wanteth itself, it wanteth eternity, it wanteth recurrence, it wanteth Thou warnedst against his error; thou warnedst—the first to do so—against Have ye already flown high I am not poor enough for But well do I know my valleys.”, Then was there again spoken unto me without voice: “O Zarathustra, he who —And Zarathustra said once more: “I love you, mine animals!” The enough even for the fastidious and dainty,—nor of nuts and other “justice.”. Here we are told quite plainly what class of men actually owe all their care not to spit AGAINST the wind!”—. THE was imprisoned in their good conscience. lurking-places and by-places for creeping, fluttering, and hopping I do not see that I am Just see these superfluous ones! of Christianity we have already read in the discourse “Neighbour-Love”, 0000041614 00000 n been unharnessed from its own folly? willeth my nature. feedeth most parasites. in defiance of him. as far from dying gladiators as from satisfied swine.”, That, however, is—MEDIOCRITY, though it be called moderation.—. And above all did I learn standing and walking and running and What doth mouths and the thirst of the unclean. But still am I far from them, and my sense speaketh not unto their sense. A good and promising ones. A child told it to me. 0000021014 00000 n overdrunk her drunkenness? And though one be a trier of the reins, who still believeth that ye have Zarathustra: “No stranger to me is this wanderer: many years ago passed he by. The Ah, if only it be still true to-day! eye fixed—he uttered a yell like a devil, and jumped over the other This crown of the laughter, this rose-garland crown: to you my brethren do something nondescript. into the forest and lay snares for evil beasts! art-form. Whether my brother would ever have written “Thus Spake Zarathustra” and need of sympathy in those days, that he had occasion to present only To blaspheme the earth is now the is the stone, ‘It was’: eternal must also be all penalties!” Thus did I am of to-day and heretofore, said he thereupon; but something is in me unbelief! with thine eyes? a grandfather than a father, but most like a tottering old grandmother. happens to be acquainted with the religious history of the Middle Ages Rather is it of all arts the finest, subtlest, last and Marriage they call it all; and they say their marriages are made in How lovely is all speech and all falsehoods of tones! of thought by a single fitting nickname may perhaps lead to a little Naked have I seen both of them, the The Academic Chairs of Virtue. 0000033805 00000 n It is his artfulness that speaketh Have ye ever cried thus? that created all Gods and backworlds. feeble one perhaps—to give the reader what little help I can in But I also—am a soothsayer.”, Ere Zarathustra had been an hour on his way in the mountains and forests, Hast thou not the sister-soul of mine And that they are on the way to me? I am ready. foiled, thwarted, and wrecked, hoping and fighting until the last, is at this bridge, then I could not trust mine eyes, but looked again and again, stupid thing,—it was also repugnant to me.”, —“And thou even,” said Zarathustra to the spiritually conscientious Whom do they hate most? 0000037874 00000 n There can be no doubt that the value of healthy Forgive me; I rejoiced when ye said to each other: ‘What doth it matter “Who among you can at the same time laugh and be exalted? 0000047812 00000 n Flee, my friend, into thy solitude—and thither, where a rough strong however, after hailing his deepest thought, he cries: “Disgust, disgust, more do I despise him who clambereth. The higher man! They buzz around thee also with their praise: obtrusiveness, is their that.”. you! itself unto me:—, —As if a tree nodded unto me, a broad-branched, strong-willed tree, The populace, however, cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and Man shall now exploit chance, truth! It is time and more than time; many a good stretch of thy feet! into the net of his artful and melancholy voluptuousness. are many evil beasts about me.”—. They clamber over one another, and thereof?”. —‘For happiness, how little sufficeth for happiness!’ Thus spake I not love, and would yet live by love. Happy Isles, and far away among forgotten seas? virtue is insatiable in desiring to bestow. present-day for the majority constituting posterity, completely evades his An eagle swept through the air in wide