Yea, ye are
laughable
unto me, ye present-day
men!
men!
Nietzsche - v11 - Thus Spake Zarathustra
Then did ye seduce my favourite minstrel.
And now hath he struck up an awful, melancholy
air; alas, he tooted as a mournful horn to mine
ear!
Murderous minstrel, instrument of evil, most
innocent instrument! Already did I stand pre-
pared for the best dance: then didst thou slay my
rapture with thy tones!
Only in the dance do I know how to speak the
parable of the highest things:—and now hath my
grandest parable remained unspoken in my limbs!
Unspoken and unrealised hath my highest hope
remained! And there have perished for me all the
visions and consolations of my youth!
How did I ever bear it? How did I survive and
surmount such wounds? How did my soul rise
again out of those sepulchres?
Yea, something invulnerable, unburiable is with
me, something that would rend rocks asunder: it
is called my Will. Silently doth it proceed, and
unchanged throughout the years.
Its course will it go upon my feet, mine old Will;
hard of heart is its nature and invulnerable.
Invulnerable am I only in my heel. Ever livest
thou there, and art like thyself, thou most patient
one! Ever hast thou burst all shackles of the
tomb!
In thee still liveth also the unrealisedness of
my youth; and as life and youth sittest thou here
hopeful on the yellow ruins of graves.
Yea, thou art still for me the demolisher of all
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graves: Hail to thee, my Will! And only where
there are graves are there resurrections. —
Thus sang Zarathustra.
XXXIV. —SELF-SURPASSING.
"Will to Truth" do ye call it, ye wisest ones, that
which impelleth you and maketh you ardent?
Will for the thinkableness of all being: thus do
/ call your will!
All being would ye make thinkable: for ye
doubt with good reason whether it be already
thinkable.
But it shall accommodate and bend itself to you!
So willeth your will. Smooth shall it become and
subject to the spirit, as its mirror and reflection.
That is your entire will, ye wisest ones, as a
Will to Power; and even when ye speak of good
and evil, and of estimates of value.
Ye would still create a world before which ye can
bow the knee: such is your ultimate hope and
ecstasy.
The ignorant, to be sure, the people—they are
like a river on which a boat floateth along: and in
the boat sit the estimates of value, solemn and
disguised.
Your will and your valuations have ye put on the
river of becoming; it betrayeth unto me an old Will
to Power, what is believed by the people as good
and evil.
It was ye, ye wisest ones, who put such guests in
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this boat, and gave them pomp and proud names—
ye and your ruling Will!
Onward the river now carrieth your boat: it
must carry it. A small matter if the rough wave
foameth and angrily resisteth its keel!
It is not the river that is your danger and the
end of your good and evil, ye wisest ones: but that
Will itself, the Will to Power—the unexhausted,
procreating life-will.
But that ye may understand my gospel of good
and evil, for that purpose will I tell you my gospel
of life, and of the nature of all living things.
The living thing did I follow; I walked in the
broadest and narrowest paths to learn its nature.
With a hundred-faced mirror did I catch its
glance when its mouth was shut, so that its eye
might speak unto me. And its eye spake unto
me.
But wherever I found living things, there heard
I also the language of obedience. All living things
are obeying things.
And this heard I secondly: Whatever cannot
obey itself, is commanded. Such is the nature of
living things.
This, however, is the third thing which I heard—
namely, that commanding is more difficult than
obeying. And not only because the commander
beareth the burden of all obeyers, and because this
burden readily crusheth him:—
An attempt and a risk seemed all commanding
unto me; and whenever it commandeth, the living
thing risketh itself thereby.
Yea, even when it commandeth itself, then also
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must it atone for its commanding. Of its own law
must it become the judge and avenger and victim.
How doth this happen! so did I ask myself.
What persuadeth the living thing to obey, and
command, and even be obedient in commanding?
Hearken now unto my word, ye wisest ones!
Test it seriously, whether I have crept into the
heart of life itself, and into the roots of its heart!
Wherever I found a living thing, there found I
Will to Power; and even in the will of the servant
found I the will to be master.
That to the stronger the weaker shall serve—
thereto persuadeth he his will who would be master
over a still weaker one. That delight alone he is
unwilling to forego.
And as the lesser surrendereth himself to the
greater that he may have delight and power over
the least of all, so doth even the greatest surrender
himself, and staketh—life, for the sake of power.
It is the surrender of the greatest to run risk and
danger, and play dice for death.
And where there is sacrifice and service and
love-glances, there also is the will to be master.
By by-ways doth the weaker then slink into the
fortress, and into the heart of the mightier one—
and there stealeth power.
And this secret spake Life herself unto me.
"Behold," said she, "I am that which must ever
surpass itself.
To be sure, ye call it will to procreation, or
impulse towards a goal, towards the higher, remoter,
more manifold: but all that is one and the same
secret.
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Rather would I succumb than disown this one
thing; and verily, where there is succumbing and
leaf-falling, lo, there doth Life sacrifice itself—for
power!
That I have to be struggle, and becoming, and
purpose, and cross-purpose—ah, he who divineth
my will, divineth well also on what crooked paths
it hath to tread !
Whatever I create, and however much I love
it,-soon must I be adverse to it, and to my love:
so willeth my will.
And even thou, discerning one, art only a path
and footstep of my will: verily, my Will to Power
walketh even on the feet of thy Will to Truth!
He certainly did not hit the truth who shot at
it the formula: ‘Will to existence': that will
doth not exist !
For what is not, cannot will; that, however,
which is in existence-how could it still strive for
existence!
Only where there is life, is there also will : not,
however, Will to Life, but--so teach I thee-Will
to Power!
Much is reckoned higher than life itself by
the living one; but out of the very reckoning
speaketh-the Will to Power ! ”—
Thus did Life once teach me : and thereby, ye
wisest ones, do I solve you the riddle of your
hearts.
Verily, I say unto you: good and evil which
would be everlasting-it doth not exist! Of its
own accord must it ever surpass itself anew.
With your values and formulæ of good and evil,
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ye exercise power, ye valuing ones: and that is
your secret love, and the sparkling, trembling, and
overflowing of your souls.
But a stronger power groweth out of your values,
and a new surpassing: by it breaketh egg and
egg-shell.
And he who hath to be a creator in good and
evil-verily, he hath first to be a destroyer, and
break values in pieces.
Thus doth the greatest evil pertain to the greatest
good : that, however, is the creating good. -
Let us speak thereof, ye wisest ones, even though
it be bad. To be silent is worse ; all suppressed
truths become poisonous.
And let everything break up which can break
up by our truths! Many a house is still to be
built ! -
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XXXV. —THE SUBLIME ONES.
Calm is the bottom of my sea : who would guess
that it hideth droll monsters!
Unmoved is my depth: but it sparkleth with
swimming enigmas and laughters.
A sublime one saw I to-day, a solemn one, a
penitent of the spirit: Oh, how my soul laughed
at his ugliness!
With upraised breast, and like those who draw
in their breath: thus did he stand, the sublime
one, and in silence :
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O'erhung with ugly truths, the spoil of his
hunting, and rich in torn raiment; many thorns
also hung on him—but I saw no rose.
Not yet had he learned laughing and beauty.
Gloomy did this hunter return from the forest of
knowledge.
From the fight with wild beasts returned he
home: but even yet a wild beast gazeth out of his
seriousness—an unconquered wild beast!
As a tiger doth he ever stand, on the point of
springing; but I do not like those strained souls;
ungracious is my taste towards all those self-
engrossed ones.
And ye tell me, friends, that there is to be no
dispute about taste and tasting? But all life is a
dispute about taste and tasting!
Taste: that is weight at the same time, and
scales and weigher; and alas for every living
thing that would live without dispute about weight
and scales and weigher!
Should he become weary of his sublimeness, this
sublime one, then only will his beauty begin—
and then only will I taste him and find him
savoury.
And only when he turneth away from himself
will he o'erleap his own shadow—and verily! into
his sun.
Far too long did he sit in the shade, the cheeks
of the penitent of the spirit became pale; he almost
starved on his expectations.
Contempt is still in his eye, and loathing hideth
in his mouth. To be sure, he now resteth, but he
hath not yet taken rest in the sunshine.
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As the ox ought he to do; and his happiness
should smell of the earth, and not of contempt for
the earth.
As a white ox would I like to see him, which,
snorting and lowing, walketh before the plough-
share: and his lowing should also laud all that is
earthly!
Dark is still his countenance; the shadow of his
hand danceth upon it. O'ershadowed is still the
sense of his eye.
His deed itself is still the shadow upon him:
his doing obscureth the doer. Not yet hath he
overcome his deed.
To be sure, I love in him the shoulders of the
ox: but now do I want to see also the eye of the
angel.
Also his hero-will hath he still to unlearn: an
exalted one shall he be, and not only a sublime
one :—the ether itself should raise him, the willess
one! x
He hath subdued monsters, he hath solved
enigmas. But he should also redeem his monsters
and enigmas; into heavenly children should he
transform them.
As yet hath his knowledge not learned to smile,
and to be without jealousy; as yet hath his gushing
passion not become calm in beauty.
Verily, not in satiety shall his longing cease and
disappear, but in beauty! Gracefulness belongeth
to the munificence of the magnanimous.
His arm across his head: thus should the hero
repose; thus should he also surmount his repose.
But precisely to the hero is beauty the hardest
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thing of all. Unattainable is beauty by all ardent
wills.
A little more, a little less: precisely this is much
here, it is the most here.
To stand with relaxed muscles and with un-
harnessed will: that is the hardest for all of you,
ye sublime ones!
When power becometh gracious and descendeth
into the visible—I call such condescension, beauty.
And from no one do I want beauty so much as
from thee, thou powerful one: let thy goodness be
thy last self-conquest.
All evil do I accredit to thee: therefore do I
desire of thee the good.
Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings,
who think themselves good because they have
crippled paws!
The virtue of the pillar shalt thou strive after:
more beautiful doth it ever become, and more
graceful—but internally harder and more sustain-
ing—the higher it riseth.
Yea, thou sublime one, one day shalt thou also
be beautiful, and hold up the mirror to thine own
beauty.
Then will thy soul thrill with divine desires; and
there will be adoration even in thy vanity!
For this is the secret of the soul: when the hero
hath abandoned it, then only approacheth it in
dreams—the superhero. —
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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XXXVI. —THE LAND OF CULTURE.
Too far did I fly into the future: a horror seized
upon me.
And when I looked around me, lo! there time
was my sole contemporary.
Then did I fly backwards, homewards—and
always faster. Thus did I come unto you, ye
present-day men, and into the land of culture.
For the first time brought I an eye to see you,
and good desire: verily, with longing in my heart
did I come.
But how did it turn out with me? Although so
alarmed—I had yet to laugh! Never did mine eye
see anything so motley-coloured !
I laughed and laughed, while my foot still
trembled, and my heart as well. “Here, forsooth,
is the home of all the paintpots,”—said I.
With fifty patches painted on faces and limbs-
so sat ye there to mine astonishment, ye present-
day men !
And with fifty mirrors around you, which flattered
your play of colours, and repeated it!
Verily, ye could wear no better masks, ye present-
day men, than your own faces! Who could-
recognise you!
Written all over with the characters of the past,
and these characters also pencilled over with new
characters—thus have ye concealed yourselves well
from all decipherers !
And though one be a trier of the reins, who still
believeth that ye have reins! Out of colours ye
seem to be baked, and out of glued scraps.
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All times and peoples gaze divers-coloured out
of your veils; all customs and beliefs speak divers-
coloured out of your gestures.
He who would strip you of veils and wrappers,
and paints and gestures, would just have enough
left to scare the crows.
Verily, I myself am the scared crow that once
saw you naked, and without paint; and I flew away
when the skeleton ogled at me.
Rather would I be a day-labourer in the nether-
world, and among the shades of the by-gone! —
Fatter and fuller than ye, are forsooth the nether-
worldlings!
This, yea this, is bitterness to my bowels, that I
can neither endure you naked nor clothed, ye
present-day men!
All that is unhomelike in the future, and what-
ever maketh strayed birds shiver, is verily more
homelike and familiar than your " reality. "
For thus speak ye: "Real are we wholly, and
without faith and superstition ": thus do ye plume
yourselves—alas! even without plumes!
Indeed, how would ye be able to believe, ye
divers-coloured ones! —ye who are pictures of all
that hath ever been believed!
Perambulating refutations are ye, of belief itself,
and a dislocation of all thought. Untrustworthy
ones: thus do / call you, ye real ones!
All periods prate against one another in your
spirits; and the dreams and pratings of all periods
were even realer than your awakeness!
Unfruitful are ye: therefore do ye lack belief.
But he who had to create, had always his presaging
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dreams and astral premonitions—and believed in
believing ! -
Half-open doors are ye, at which grave-diggers
wait. And this is your reality: “Everything
deserveth to perish. ”
Alas, how ye stand there before me, ye unfruitful
ones; how lean your ribs! And many of you
surely have had knowledge thereof.
Many a one hath said: “There hath surely a
God filched something from me secretly whilst I
slept? Verily, enough to make a girl for himself
therefrom!
“Amazing is the poverty of my ribs ! ” thus hath
spoken many a present-day man.
Yea, ye are laughable unto me, ye present-day
men! And especially when ye marvel at yourselves !
And woe unto me if I could not laugh at your
marvelling, and had to swallow all that is repugnant
in your platters!
As it is, however, I will make lighter of you, since
I have to carry what is heavy; and what matter if
beetles and May-bugs also alight on my load!
Verily, it shall not on that account become heavier
to me! And not from you, ye present-day men,
shall my great weariness arise. -
Ah, whither shall I now ascend with my longing !
From all mountains do I look out for fatherlands
and motherlands.
But a home have I found nowhere : unsettled am
I in all cities, and decamping at all gates.
Alien to me, and a mockery, are the present-day
men, to whom of late my heart impelled me; and
exiled am I from fatherlands and motherlands,
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Thus do I love only my children's land, the
undiscovered in the remotest sea : for it do I bid
my sails search and search.
Unto my children will I make amends for being
the child of my fathers : and unto all the future-
for this present-day !
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XXXVII. -IMMACULATE PERCEPTION.
When yester-eve the moon arose, then did I fancy
it about to bear a sun : so broad and teeming did
it lie on the horizon.
But it was a liar with its pregnancy; and sooner
will I believe in the man in the moon than in the
woman.
To be sure, little of a man is he also, that timid
night-reveller. Verily, with a bad conscience doth
he stalk over the roofs.
For he is covetous and jealous, the monk in the
moon; covetous of the earth, and all the joys of
lovers.
Nay, I like him not, that tom-cat on the roofs !
Hateful unto me are all that slink around half-
closed windows!
Piously and silently doth he stalk along on the
star-carpets :—but I like no light-treading human
feet, on which not even a spur jingleth.
Every honest one's step speaketh; the cat
however, stealeth along over the ground. Lo! cat-
like doth the moon come along, and dishonestly. -
This parable speak I unto you sentimental
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dissemblers, unto you, the " pure discerners! " You
do / call—covetous ones!
Also ye love the earth, and the earthly: I have
divined you well! —but shame is in your love, and
a bad conscience—ye are like the moon!
To despise the earthly hath your spirit been
persuaded, but not your bowels: these, however, are
the strongest in you!
And now is your spirit ashamed to be at the
service of your bowels, and goeth by-ways and lying
ways to escape its own shame.
"That would be the highest thing for me "—so
saith your lying spirit unto itself—" to gaze upon
life without desire, and not like the dog, with hang-
ing-out tongue:
To be happy in gazing: with dead will, free
from the grip and greed of selfishness—cold and
ashy-grey all over, but with intoxicated moon-
eyes!
That would be the dearest thing to me "—thus
doth the seduced one seduce himself,—" to love the
earth as the moon loveth it, and with the eye only
to feel its beauty.
And this do I call immaculate perception of all
things: to want nothing else from them, but to be
allowed to lie before them as a mirror with a
hundred facets. "—
Oh, ye sentimental dissemblers, ye covetous ones!
Ye lack innocence in your desire: and now do ye
defame desiring on that account!
Verily, not as creators, as procreators, or as
jubilators do ye love the earth!
Where is innocence? Where there is will to
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procreation. And he who seeketh to create beyond
himself, hath for me the purest will.
Where is beauty? Where I must will with my
whole Will; where I will love and perish, that an
image may not remain merely an image.
Loving and perishing: these have rhymed from
eternity. Will to love: that is to be ready also for
death. Thus do I speak unto you cowards!
But now doth your emasculated ogling profess
to be "contemplation! " And that which can be
examined with cowardly eyes is to be christened
"beautiful! " Oh, ye violators of noble names!
But it shall be your curse, ye immaculate ones, ye
pure discerners, that ye shall never bring forth, even
though ye lie broad and teeming on the horizon!
Verily, ye fill your mouth with noble words: and
we are to believe that your heart overfloweth, ye
cozeners?
But my words are poor, contemptible, stammer-
ing words: gladly do I pick up what falleth from
the table at your repasts.
Yet still can I say with them the truth—to
dissemblers! Yea, my fish-bones, shells, and prickly
leaves shall—tickle the noses of dissemblers!
Bad air is always about you and your repasts:
your lascivious thoughts, your lies, and secrets are
indeed in the air!
Dare only to believe in yourselves—in yourselves
and in your inward parts! He who doth not
believe in himself always lieth.
A God's mask have ye hung in front of you, ye
"pure ones": into a God's mask hath your execrable
coiling snake crawled.
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Verily ye deceive, ye "contemplative ones! ”
Even Zarathustra was once the dupe of your
godlike exterior; he did not divine the serpent's
coil with which it was stuffed.
A God's soul, I once thought I saw playing in
your games, ye pure discerners! No better arts
did I once dream of than your arts !
Serpents' filth and evil odour, the distance con-
cealed from me: and that a lizard's craft prowled
thereabouts lasciviously.
But I came nigh unto you: then came to me
the day,—and now cometh it to you,—at an end is
the moon's love affair !
See there! Surprised and pale doth it stand-
before the rosy dawn!
For already she cometh, the glowing one,-her
love to the earth cometh! Innocence and creative
desire, is all solar love!
See there, how she cometh impatiently over the
sea! Do ye not feel the thirst and the hot breath
of her love?
At the sea would she suck, and drink its depths
to her height: now riseth the desire of the sea with
its thousand breasts.
Kissed and sucked would it be by the thirst of
the sun; vapour would it become, and height, and
path of light, and light itself!
Verily, like the sun do I love life, and all deep
seas.
And this meaneth to me knowledge: all that is
deep shall ascend—to my height! -
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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XXXVIII. —SCHOLARS.
When I lay asleep, then did a sheep eat at the
ivy-wreath of my head,—it ate, and said thereby:
"Zarathustra is no longer a scholar. "
It said this, and went away clumsily and proudly.
A child told it to me.
I like to lie here where the children play, beside
the ruined wall, among thistles and red poppies.
A scholar am I still to the children, and also to
the thistles and red poppies. Innocent are they,
even in their wickedness.
But to the sheep am I no longer a scholar: so
willeth my lot—blessings upon it!
For this is the truth: I have departed from the
house of the scholars, and the door have I also
slammed behind me.
Too long did my soul sit hungry at their table:
not like them have I got the knack of investigating,
as the knack of nut-cracking.
Freedom do I love, and the air over fresh soil;
rather would I sleep on ox-skins than on their
honours and dignities.
I am too hot and scorched with mine own
thought: often is it ready to take away my breath.
Then have I to go into the open air, and away
from all dusty rooms.
But they sit cool in the cool shade: they want in
everything to be merely spectators, and they avoid
sitting where the sun burneth on the steps.
Like those who stand in the street and gape at
the passers-by: thus do they also wait, and gape
at the thoughts which others have thought.
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Should one lay hold of them, then do they raise
a dust like flour-sacks, and involuntarily: but who
would divine that their dust came from corn, and
from the yellow delight of the summer fields?
When they give themselves out as wise, then do
their petty sayings and truths chill me: in their
wisdom there is often an odour as if it came from
the swamp; and verily, I have even heard the frog
croak in it!
Clever are they—they have dexterous fingers:
what doth my simplicity pretend to beside their
multiplicity! All threading and knitting and
weaving do their fingers understand: thus do they
make the hose of the spirit!
Good clockworks are they: only be careful to
wind them up properly! Then do they indicate
the hour without mistake, and make a modest noise
thereby.
Like millstones do they work, and like pestles:
throw only seed-corn unto them! —they know well
how to grind corn small, and make white dust out
of it.
They keep a sharp eye on one another, and do
not trust each other the best. Ingenious in little
artifices, they wait for those whose knowledge
walketh on lame feet,—like spiders do they wait
.
I saw them always prepare their poison with
precaution; and always did they put glass gloves
on their fingers in doing so.
They also know how to play with false dice; and
so eagerly did I find them playing, that they per-
spired thereby.
We are alien to each other, and their virtues are
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even more repugnant to my taste than their false-
hoods and false dice.
And when I lived with them, then did I live
above them. Therefore did they take a dislike to
me.
They want to hear nothing of any one walking
above their heads; and so they put wood and earth
and rubbish betwixt me and their heads.
Thus did they deafen the sound of my tread:
and least have I hitherto been heard by the most
learned.
All mankind's faults and weaknesses did they
put betwixt themselves and me :—they call it " false
ceiling" in their houses.
But nevertheless I walk with my thoughts above
their heads; and even should I walk on mine own
errors, still would I be above them and their heads.
For men are not equal: so speaketh justice. And
what I will, they may not will! —
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XXXIX. —POETS.
"Since I have known the body better"—said
Zarathustra to one of his disciples—" the spirit hath
only been to me symbolically spirit; and all the
'imperishable'—that is also but a simile. "
"So have I heard thee say once before," answered
the disciple, " and then thou addedst: 'But the
poets lie too much. ' Why didst thou say that the
poets lie too much? "
"Why? " said Zarathustra. "Thou askest why?
i
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ISO THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, II.
Should one lay hold of them, then do they raise
a dust like flour-sacks, and involuntarily: but who
would divine that their dust came from corn, and
from the yellow delight of the summer fields?
When they give themselves out as wise, then do
their petty sayings and truths chill me: in their
wisdom there is often an odour as if it came from
the swamp; and verily, I have even heard the frog
croak in it!
Clever are they—they have dexterous fingers:
what doth my simplicity pretend to beside their
multiplicity! All threading and knitting and
weaving do their fingers understand: thus do they
make the hose of the spirit!
Good clockworks are they: only be careful to
wind them up properly! Then do they indicate
the hour without mistake, and make a modest noise
thereby.
Like millstones do they work, and like pestles:
throw only seed-corn unto them ! —they know well
how to grind corn small, and make white dust out
of it
.
They keep a sharp eye on one another, and do
not trust each other the best. Ingenious in little
artifices, they wait for those whose knowledge
walketh on lame feet,—like spiders do they wait
.
I saw them always prepare their poison with
precaution; and always did they put glass gloves
on their fingers in doing so.
They also know how to play with false dice; and
so eagerly did I find them playing, that they per-
spired thereby.
We are alien to each other, and their virtues are
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even more repugnant to my taste than their false-
hoods and false dice.
And when I lived with them, then did I live
above them. Therefore did they take a dislike to
me.
They want to hear nothing of any one walking
above their heads; and so they put wood and earth
and rubbish betwixt me and their heads.
Thus did they deafen the sound of my tread:
and least have I hitherto been heard by the most
learned.
All mankind's faults and weaknesses did they
put betwixt themselves and me :—they call it " false
ceiling" in their houses.
But nevertheless I walk with my thoughts above
their heads; and even should I walk on mine own
errors, still would I be above them and their heads.
For men are not equal: so speaketh justice. And
what I will, they may not will! —
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XXXIX. —POETS.
"Since I have known the body better"—said
Zarathustra to one of his disciples—" the spirit hath
only been to me symbolically spirit; and all the
'imperishable'—that is also but a simile. "
"So have I heard thee say once before," answered
the disciple, " and then thou addedst: 'But the
poets lie too much. ' Why didst thou say that the
poets lie too much? "
"Why? " said Zarathustra. "Thou askest why?
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Should one lay hold of them, then do they raise
a dust like flour-sacks, and involuntarily: but who
would divine that their dust came from corn, and
from the yellow delight of the summer fields?
When they give themselves out as wise, then do
their petty sayings and truths chill me: in their
wisdom there is often an odour as if it came from
the swamp; and verily, I have even heard the frog
croak in it!
Clever are they—they have dexterous fingers:
what doth my simplicity pretend to beside their
multiplicity! All threading and knitting and
weaving do their fingers understand: thus do they
make the hose of the spirit!
Good clockworks are they: only be careful to
wind them up properly! Then do they indicate
the hour without mistake, and make a modest noise
thereby.
Like millstones do they work, and like pestles:
throw only seed-corn unto them ! —they know well
how to grind corn small, and make white dust out
of it.
They keep a sharp eye on one another, and do
not trust each other the best. Ingenious in little
artifices, they wait for those whose knowledge
walketh on lame feet,—like spiders do they wait
.
I saw them always prepare their poison with
precaution; and always did they put glass gloves
on their fingers in doing so.
They also know how to play with false dice; and
so eagerly did I find them playing, that they per-
spired thereby.
We are alien to each other, and their virtues are
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even more repugnant to my taste than their false-
hoods and false dice.
And when I lived with them, then did I live
above them. Therefore did they take a dislike to
me.
They want to hear nothing of any one walking
above their heads; and so they put wood and earth
and rubbish betwixt me and their heads.
Thus did they deafen the sound of my tread:
and least have I hitherto been heard by the most
learned.
All mankind's faults and weaknesses did they
put betwixt themselves and me:—they call it " false
ceiling" in their houses.
But nevertheless I walk with my thoughts above
their heads; and even should I walk on mine own
errors, still would I be above them and their heads.
For men are not equal: so speaketh justice. And
what I will, they may not will! —
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XXXIX.
And now hath he struck up an awful, melancholy
air; alas, he tooted as a mournful horn to mine
ear!
Murderous minstrel, instrument of evil, most
innocent instrument! Already did I stand pre-
pared for the best dance: then didst thou slay my
rapture with thy tones!
Only in the dance do I know how to speak the
parable of the highest things:—and now hath my
grandest parable remained unspoken in my limbs!
Unspoken and unrealised hath my highest hope
remained! And there have perished for me all the
visions and consolations of my youth!
How did I ever bear it? How did I survive and
surmount such wounds? How did my soul rise
again out of those sepulchres?
Yea, something invulnerable, unburiable is with
me, something that would rend rocks asunder: it
is called my Will. Silently doth it proceed, and
unchanged throughout the years.
Its course will it go upon my feet, mine old Will;
hard of heart is its nature and invulnerable.
Invulnerable am I only in my heel. Ever livest
thou there, and art like thyself, thou most patient
one! Ever hast thou burst all shackles of the
tomb!
In thee still liveth also the unrealisedness of
my youth; and as life and youth sittest thou here
hopeful on the yellow ruins of graves.
Yea, thou art still for me the demolisher of all
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graves: Hail to thee, my Will! And only where
there are graves are there resurrections. —
Thus sang Zarathustra.
XXXIV. —SELF-SURPASSING.
"Will to Truth" do ye call it, ye wisest ones, that
which impelleth you and maketh you ardent?
Will for the thinkableness of all being: thus do
/ call your will!
All being would ye make thinkable: for ye
doubt with good reason whether it be already
thinkable.
But it shall accommodate and bend itself to you!
So willeth your will. Smooth shall it become and
subject to the spirit, as its mirror and reflection.
That is your entire will, ye wisest ones, as a
Will to Power; and even when ye speak of good
and evil, and of estimates of value.
Ye would still create a world before which ye can
bow the knee: such is your ultimate hope and
ecstasy.
The ignorant, to be sure, the people—they are
like a river on which a boat floateth along: and in
the boat sit the estimates of value, solemn and
disguised.
Your will and your valuations have ye put on the
river of becoming; it betrayeth unto me an old Will
to Power, what is believed by the people as good
and evil.
It was ye, ye wisest ones, who put such guests in
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this boat, and gave them pomp and proud names—
ye and your ruling Will!
Onward the river now carrieth your boat: it
must carry it. A small matter if the rough wave
foameth and angrily resisteth its keel!
It is not the river that is your danger and the
end of your good and evil, ye wisest ones: but that
Will itself, the Will to Power—the unexhausted,
procreating life-will.
But that ye may understand my gospel of good
and evil, for that purpose will I tell you my gospel
of life, and of the nature of all living things.
The living thing did I follow; I walked in the
broadest and narrowest paths to learn its nature.
With a hundred-faced mirror did I catch its
glance when its mouth was shut, so that its eye
might speak unto me. And its eye spake unto
me.
But wherever I found living things, there heard
I also the language of obedience. All living things
are obeying things.
And this heard I secondly: Whatever cannot
obey itself, is commanded. Such is the nature of
living things.
This, however, is the third thing which I heard—
namely, that commanding is more difficult than
obeying. And not only because the commander
beareth the burden of all obeyers, and because this
burden readily crusheth him:—
An attempt and a risk seemed all commanding
unto me; and whenever it commandeth, the living
thing risketh itself thereby.
Yea, even when it commandeth itself, then also
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must it atone for its commanding. Of its own law
must it become the judge and avenger and victim.
How doth this happen! so did I ask myself.
What persuadeth the living thing to obey, and
command, and even be obedient in commanding?
Hearken now unto my word, ye wisest ones!
Test it seriously, whether I have crept into the
heart of life itself, and into the roots of its heart!
Wherever I found a living thing, there found I
Will to Power; and even in the will of the servant
found I the will to be master.
That to the stronger the weaker shall serve—
thereto persuadeth he his will who would be master
over a still weaker one. That delight alone he is
unwilling to forego.
And as the lesser surrendereth himself to the
greater that he may have delight and power over
the least of all, so doth even the greatest surrender
himself, and staketh—life, for the sake of power.
It is the surrender of the greatest to run risk and
danger, and play dice for death.
And where there is sacrifice and service and
love-glances, there also is the will to be master.
By by-ways doth the weaker then slink into the
fortress, and into the heart of the mightier one—
and there stealeth power.
And this secret spake Life herself unto me.
"Behold," said she, "I am that which must ever
surpass itself.
To be sure, ye call it will to procreation, or
impulse towards a goal, towards the higher, remoter,
more manifold: but all that is one and the same
secret.
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Rather would I succumb than disown this one
thing; and verily, where there is succumbing and
leaf-falling, lo, there doth Life sacrifice itself—for
power!
That I have to be struggle, and becoming, and
purpose, and cross-purpose—ah, he who divineth
my will, divineth well also on what crooked paths
it hath to tread !
Whatever I create, and however much I love
it,-soon must I be adverse to it, and to my love:
so willeth my will.
And even thou, discerning one, art only a path
and footstep of my will: verily, my Will to Power
walketh even on the feet of thy Will to Truth!
He certainly did not hit the truth who shot at
it the formula: ‘Will to existence': that will
doth not exist !
For what is not, cannot will; that, however,
which is in existence-how could it still strive for
existence!
Only where there is life, is there also will : not,
however, Will to Life, but--so teach I thee-Will
to Power!
Much is reckoned higher than life itself by
the living one; but out of the very reckoning
speaketh-the Will to Power ! ”—
Thus did Life once teach me : and thereby, ye
wisest ones, do I solve you the riddle of your
hearts.
Verily, I say unto you: good and evil which
would be everlasting-it doth not exist! Of its
own accord must it ever surpass itself anew.
With your values and formulæ of good and evil,
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ye exercise power, ye valuing ones: and that is
your secret love, and the sparkling, trembling, and
overflowing of your souls.
But a stronger power groweth out of your values,
and a new surpassing: by it breaketh egg and
egg-shell.
And he who hath to be a creator in good and
evil-verily, he hath first to be a destroyer, and
break values in pieces.
Thus doth the greatest evil pertain to the greatest
good : that, however, is the creating good. -
Let us speak thereof, ye wisest ones, even though
it be bad. To be silent is worse ; all suppressed
truths become poisonous.
And let everything break up which can break
up by our truths! Many a house is still to be
built ! -
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XXXV. —THE SUBLIME ONES.
Calm is the bottom of my sea : who would guess
that it hideth droll monsters!
Unmoved is my depth: but it sparkleth with
swimming enigmas and laughters.
A sublime one saw I to-day, a solemn one, a
penitent of the spirit: Oh, how my soul laughed
at his ugliness!
With upraised breast, and like those who draw
in their breath: thus did he stand, the sublime
one, and in silence :
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O'erhung with ugly truths, the spoil of his
hunting, and rich in torn raiment; many thorns
also hung on him—but I saw no rose.
Not yet had he learned laughing and beauty.
Gloomy did this hunter return from the forest of
knowledge.
From the fight with wild beasts returned he
home: but even yet a wild beast gazeth out of his
seriousness—an unconquered wild beast!
As a tiger doth he ever stand, on the point of
springing; but I do not like those strained souls;
ungracious is my taste towards all those self-
engrossed ones.
And ye tell me, friends, that there is to be no
dispute about taste and tasting? But all life is a
dispute about taste and tasting!
Taste: that is weight at the same time, and
scales and weigher; and alas for every living
thing that would live without dispute about weight
and scales and weigher!
Should he become weary of his sublimeness, this
sublime one, then only will his beauty begin—
and then only will I taste him and find him
savoury.
And only when he turneth away from himself
will he o'erleap his own shadow—and verily! into
his sun.
Far too long did he sit in the shade, the cheeks
of the penitent of the spirit became pale; he almost
starved on his expectations.
Contempt is still in his eye, and loathing hideth
in his mouth. To be sure, he now resteth, but he
hath not yet taken rest in the sunshine.
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As the ox ought he to do; and his happiness
should smell of the earth, and not of contempt for
the earth.
As a white ox would I like to see him, which,
snorting and lowing, walketh before the plough-
share: and his lowing should also laud all that is
earthly!
Dark is still his countenance; the shadow of his
hand danceth upon it. O'ershadowed is still the
sense of his eye.
His deed itself is still the shadow upon him:
his doing obscureth the doer. Not yet hath he
overcome his deed.
To be sure, I love in him the shoulders of the
ox: but now do I want to see also the eye of the
angel.
Also his hero-will hath he still to unlearn: an
exalted one shall he be, and not only a sublime
one :—the ether itself should raise him, the willess
one! x
He hath subdued monsters, he hath solved
enigmas. But he should also redeem his monsters
and enigmas; into heavenly children should he
transform them.
As yet hath his knowledge not learned to smile,
and to be without jealousy; as yet hath his gushing
passion not become calm in beauty.
Verily, not in satiety shall his longing cease and
disappear, but in beauty! Gracefulness belongeth
to the munificence of the magnanimous.
His arm across his head: thus should the hero
repose; thus should he also surmount his repose.
But precisely to the hero is beauty the hardest
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thing of all. Unattainable is beauty by all ardent
wills.
A little more, a little less: precisely this is much
here, it is the most here.
To stand with relaxed muscles and with un-
harnessed will: that is the hardest for all of you,
ye sublime ones!
When power becometh gracious and descendeth
into the visible—I call such condescension, beauty.
And from no one do I want beauty so much as
from thee, thou powerful one: let thy goodness be
thy last self-conquest.
All evil do I accredit to thee: therefore do I
desire of thee the good.
Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings,
who think themselves good because they have
crippled paws!
The virtue of the pillar shalt thou strive after:
more beautiful doth it ever become, and more
graceful—but internally harder and more sustain-
ing—the higher it riseth.
Yea, thou sublime one, one day shalt thou also
be beautiful, and hold up the mirror to thine own
beauty.
Then will thy soul thrill with divine desires; and
there will be adoration even in thy vanity!
For this is the secret of the soul: when the hero
hath abandoned it, then only approacheth it in
dreams—the superhero. —
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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XXXVI. —THE LAND OF CULTURE.
Too far did I fly into the future: a horror seized
upon me.
And when I looked around me, lo! there time
was my sole contemporary.
Then did I fly backwards, homewards—and
always faster. Thus did I come unto you, ye
present-day men, and into the land of culture.
For the first time brought I an eye to see you,
and good desire: verily, with longing in my heart
did I come.
But how did it turn out with me? Although so
alarmed—I had yet to laugh! Never did mine eye
see anything so motley-coloured !
I laughed and laughed, while my foot still
trembled, and my heart as well. “Here, forsooth,
is the home of all the paintpots,”—said I.
With fifty patches painted on faces and limbs-
so sat ye there to mine astonishment, ye present-
day men !
And with fifty mirrors around you, which flattered
your play of colours, and repeated it!
Verily, ye could wear no better masks, ye present-
day men, than your own faces! Who could-
recognise you!
Written all over with the characters of the past,
and these characters also pencilled over with new
characters—thus have ye concealed yourselves well
from all decipherers !
And though one be a trier of the reins, who still
believeth that ye have reins! Out of colours ye
seem to be baked, and out of glued scraps.
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All times and peoples gaze divers-coloured out
of your veils; all customs and beliefs speak divers-
coloured out of your gestures.
He who would strip you of veils and wrappers,
and paints and gestures, would just have enough
left to scare the crows.
Verily, I myself am the scared crow that once
saw you naked, and without paint; and I flew away
when the skeleton ogled at me.
Rather would I be a day-labourer in the nether-
world, and among the shades of the by-gone! —
Fatter and fuller than ye, are forsooth the nether-
worldlings!
This, yea this, is bitterness to my bowels, that I
can neither endure you naked nor clothed, ye
present-day men!
All that is unhomelike in the future, and what-
ever maketh strayed birds shiver, is verily more
homelike and familiar than your " reality. "
For thus speak ye: "Real are we wholly, and
without faith and superstition ": thus do ye plume
yourselves—alas! even without plumes!
Indeed, how would ye be able to believe, ye
divers-coloured ones! —ye who are pictures of all
that hath ever been believed!
Perambulating refutations are ye, of belief itself,
and a dislocation of all thought. Untrustworthy
ones: thus do / call you, ye real ones!
All periods prate against one another in your
spirits; and the dreams and pratings of all periods
were even realer than your awakeness!
Unfruitful are ye: therefore do ye lack belief.
But he who had to create, had always his presaging
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dreams and astral premonitions—and believed in
believing ! -
Half-open doors are ye, at which grave-diggers
wait. And this is your reality: “Everything
deserveth to perish. ”
Alas, how ye stand there before me, ye unfruitful
ones; how lean your ribs! And many of you
surely have had knowledge thereof.
Many a one hath said: “There hath surely a
God filched something from me secretly whilst I
slept? Verily, enough to make a girl for himself
therefrom!
“Amazing is the poverty of my ribs ! ” thus hath
spoken many a present-day man.
Yea, ye are laughable unto me, ye present-day
men! And especially when ye marvel at yourselves !
And woe unto me if I could not laugh at your
marvelling, and had to swallow all that is repugnant
in your platters!
As it is, however, I will make lighter of you, since
I have to carry what is heavy; and what matter if
beetles and May-bugs also alight on my load!
Verily, it shall not on that account become heavier
to me! And not from you, ye present-day men,
shall my great weariness arise. -
Ah, whither shall I now ascend with my longing !
From all mountains do I look out for fatherlands
and motherlands.
But a home have I found nowhere : unsettled am
I in all cities, and decamping at all gates.
Alien to me, and a mockery, are the present-day
men, to whom of late my heart impelled me; and
exiled am I from fatherlands and motherlands,
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Thus do I love only my children's land, the
undiscovered in the remotest sea : for it do I bid
my sails search and search.
Unto my children will I make amends for being
the child of my fathers : and unto all the future-
for this present-day !
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XXXVII. -IMMACULATE PERCEPTION.
When yester-eve the moon arose, then did I fancy
it about to bear a sun : so broad and teeming did
it lie on the horizon.
But it was a liar with its pregnancy; and sooner
will I believe in the man in the moon than in the
woman.
To be sure, little of a man is he also, that timid
night-reveller. Verily, with a bad conscience doth
he stalk over the roofs.
For he is covetous and jealous, the monk in the
moon; covetous of the earth, and all the joys of
lovers.
Nay, I like him not, that tom-cat on the roofs !
Hateful unto me are all that slink around half-
closed windows!
Piously and silently doth he stalk along on the
star-carpets :—but I like no light-treading human
feet, on which not even a spur jingleth.
Every honest one's step speaketh; the cat
however, stealeth along over the ground. Lo! cat-
like doth the moon come along, and dishonestly. -
This parable speak I unto you sentimental
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dissemblers, unto you, the " pure discerners! " You
do / call—covetous ones!
Also ye love the earth, and the earthly: I have
divined you well! —but shame is in your love, and
a bad conscience—ye are like the moon!
To despise the earthly hath your spirit been
persuaded, but not your bowels: these, however, are
the strongest in you!
And now is your spirit ashamed to be at the
service of your bowels, and goeth by-ways and lying
ways to escape its own shame.
"That would be the highest thing for me "—so
saith your lying spirit unto itself—" to gaze upon
life without desire, and not like the dog, with hang-
ing-out tongue:
To be happy in gazing: with dead will, free
from the grip and greed of selfishness—cold and
ashy-grey all over, but with intoxicated moon-
eyes!
That would be the dearest thing to me "—thus
doth the seduced one seduce himself,—" to love the
earth as the moon loveth it, and with the eye only
to feel its beauty.
And this do I call immaculate perception of all
things: to want nothing else from them, but to be
allowed to lie before them as a mirror with a
hundred facets. "—
Oh, ye sentimental dissemblers, ye covetous ones!
Ye lack innocence in your desire: and now do ye
defame desiring on that account!
Verily, not as creators, as procreators, or as
jubilators do ye love the earth!
Where is innocence? Where there is will to
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procreation. And he who seeketh to create beyond
himself, hath for me the purest will.
Where is beauty? Where I must will with my
whole Will; where I will love and perish, that an
image may not remain merely an image.
Loving and perishing: these have rhymed from
eternity. Will to love: that is to be ready also for
death. Thus do I speak unto you cowards!
But now doth your emasculated ogling profess
to be "contemplation! " And that which can be
examined with cowardly eyes is to be christened
"beautiful! " Oh, ye violators of noble names!
But it shall be your curse, ye immaculate ones, ye
pure discerners, that ye shall never bring forth, even
though ye lie broad and teeming on the horizon!
Verily, ye fill your mouth with noble words: and
we are to believe that your heart overfloweth, ye
cozeners?
But my words are poor, contemptible, stammer-
ing words: gladly do I pick up what falleth from
the table at your repasts.
Yet still can I say with them the truth—to
dissemblers! Yea, my fish-bones, shells, and prickly
leaves shall—tickle the noses of dissemblers!
Bad air is always about you and your repasts:
your lascivious thoughts, your lies, and secrets are
indeed in the air!
Dare only to believe in yourselves—in yourselves
and in your inward parts! He who doth not
believe in himself always lieth.
A God's mask have ye hung in front of you, ye
"pure ones": into a God's mask hath your execrable
coiling snake crawled.
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Verily ye deceive, ye "contemplative ones! ”
Even Zarathustra was once the dupe of your
godlike exterior; he did not divine the serpent's
coil with which it was stuffed.
A God's soul, I once thought I saw playing in
your games, ye pure discerners! No better arts
did I once dream of than your arts !
Serpents' filth and evil odour, the distance con-
cealed from me: and that a lizard's craft prowled
thereabouts lasciviously.
But I came nigh unto you: then came to me
the day,—and now cometh it to you,—at an end is
the moon's love affair !
See there! Surprised and pale doth it stand-
before the rosy dawn!
For already she cometh, the glowing one,-her
love to the earth cometh! Innocence and creative
desire, is all solar love!
See there, how she cometh impatiently over the
sea! Do ye not feel the thirst and the hot breath
of her love?
At the sea would she suck, and drink its depths
to her height: now riseth the desire of the sea with
its thousand breasts.
Kissed and sucked would it be by the thirst of
the sun; vapour would it become, and height, and
path of light, and light itself!
Verily, like the sun do I love life, and all deep
seas.
And this meaneth to me knowledge: all that is
deep shall ascend—to my height! -
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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XXXVIII. —SCHOLARS.
When I lay asleep, then did a sheep eat at the
ivy-wreath of my head,—it ate, and said thereby:
"Zarathustra is no longer a scholar. "
It said this, and went away clumsily and proudly.
A child told it to me.
I like to lie here where the children play, beside
the ruined wall, among thistles and red poppies.
A scholar am I still to the children, and also to
the thistles and red poppies. Innocent are they,
even in their wickedness.
But to the sheep am I no longer a scholar: so
willeth my lot—blessings upon it!
For this is the truth: I have departed from the
house of the scholars, and the door have I also
slammed behind me.
Too long did my soul sit hungry at their table:
not like them have I got the knack of investigating,
as the knack of nut-cracking.
Freedom do I love, and the air over fresh soil;
rather would I sleep on ox-skins than on their
honours and dignities.
I am too hot and scorched with mine own
thought: often is it ready to take away my breath.
Then have I to go into the open air, and away
from all dusty rooms.
But they sit cool in the cool shade: they want in
everything to be merely spectators, and they avoid
sitting where the sun burneth on the steps.
Like those who stand in the street and gape at
the passers-by: thus do they also wait, and gape
at the thoughts which others have thought.
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Should one lay hold of them, then do they raise
a dust like flour-sacks, and involuntarily: but who
would divine that their dust came from corn, and
from the yellow delight of the summer fields?
When they give themselves out as wise, then do
their petty sayings and truths chill me: in their
wisdom there is often an odour as if it came from
the swamp; and verily, I have even heard the frog
croak in it!
Clever are they—they have dexterous fingers:
what doth my simplicity pretend to beside their
multiplicity! All threading and knitting and
weaving do their fingers understand: thus do they
make the hose of the spirit!
Good clockworks are they: only be careful to
wind them up properly! Then do they indicate
the hour without mistake, and make a modest noise
thereby.
Like millstones do they work, and like pestles:
throw only seed-corn unto them! —they know well
how to grind corn small, and make white dust out
of it.
They keep a sharp eye on one another, and do
not trust each other the best. Ingenious in little
artifices, they wait for those whose knowledge
walketh on lame feet,—like spiders do they wait
.
I saw them always prepare their poison with
precaution; and always did they put glass gloves
on their fingers in doing so.
They also know how to play with false dice; and
so eagerly did I find them playing, that they per-
spired thereby.
We are alien to each other, and their virtues are
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even more repugnant to my taste than their false-
hoods and false dice.
And when I lived with them, then did I live
above them. Therefore did they take a dislike to
me.
They want to hear nothing of any one walking
above their heads; and so they put wood and earth
and rubbish betwixt me and their heads.
Thus did they deafen the sound of my tread:
and least have I hitherto been heard by the most
learned.
All mankind's faults and weaknesses did they
put betwixt themselves and me :—they call it " false
ceiling" in their houses.
But nevertheless I walk with my thoughts above
their heads; and even should I walk on mine own
errors, still would I be above them and their heads.
For men are not equal: so speaketh justice. And
what I will, they may not will! —
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XXXIX. —POETS.
"Since I have known the body better"—said
Zarathustra to one of his disciples—" the spirit hath
only been to me symbolically spirit; and all the
'imperishable'—that is also but a simile. "
"So have I heard thee say once before," answered
the disciple, " and then thou addedst: 'But the
poets lie too much. ' Why didst thou say that the
poets lie too much? "
"Why? " said Zarathustra. "Thou askest why?
i
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ISO THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, II.
Should one lay hold of them, then do they raise
a dust like flour-sacks, and involuntarily: but who
would divine that their dust came from corn, and
from the yellow delight of the summer fields?
When they give themselves out as wise, then do
their petty sayings and truths chill me: in their
wisdom there is often an odour as if it came from
the swamp; and verily, I have even heard the frog
croak in it!
Clever are they—they have dexterous fingers:
what doth my simplicity pretend to beside their
multiplicity! All threading and knitting and
weaving do their fingers understand: thus do they
make the hose of the spirit!
Good clockworks are they: only be careful to
wind them up properly! Then do they indicate
the hour without mistake, and make a modest noise
thereby.
Like millstones do they work, and like pestles:
throw only seed-corn unto them ! —they know well
how to grind corn small, and make white dust out
of it
.
They keep a sharp eye on one another, and do
not trust each other the best. Ingenious in little
artifices, they wait for those whose knowledge
walketh on lame feet,—like spiders do they wait
.
I saw them always prepare their poison with
precaution; and always did they put glass gloves
on their fingers in doing so.
They also know how to play with false dice; and
so eagerly did I find them playing, that they per-
spired thereby.
We are alien to each other, and their virtues are
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XXXVIII. —SCHOLARS. 151
even more repugnant to my taste than their false-
hoods and false dice.
And when I lived with them, then did I live
above them. Therefore did they take a dislike to
me.
They want to hear nothing of any one walking
above their heads; and so they put wood and earth
and rubbish betwixt me and their heads.
Thus did they deafen the sound of my tread:
and least have I hitherto been heard by the most
learned.
All mankind's faults and weaknesses did they
put betwixt themselves and me :—they call it " false
ceiling" in their houses.
But nevertheless I walk with my thoughts above
their heads; and even should I walk on mine own
errors, still would I be above them and their heads.
For men are not equal: so speaketh justice. And
what I will, they may not will! —
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XXXIX. —POETS.
"Since I have known the body better"—said
Zarathustra to one of his disciples—" the spirit hath
only been to me symbolically spirit; and all the
'imperishable'—that is also but a simile. "
"So have I heard thee say once before," answered
the disciple, " and then thou addedst: 'But the
poets lie too much. ' Why didst thou say that the
poets lie too much? "
"Why? " said Zarathustra. "Thou askest why?
## p. 151 (#236) ############################################
150 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, II.
Should one lay hold of them, then do they raise
a dust like flour-sacks, and involuntarily: but who
would divine that their dust came from corn, and
from the yellow delight of the summer fields?
When they give themselves out as wise, then do
their petty sayings and truths chill me: in their
wisdom there is often an odour as if it came from
the swamp; and verily, I have even heard the frog
croak in it!
Clever are they—they have dexterous fingers:
what doth my simplicity pretend to beside their
multiplicity! All threading and knitting and
weaving do their fingers understand: thus do they
make the hose of the spirit!
Good clockworks are they: only be careful to
wind them up properly! Then do they indicate
the hour without mistake, and make a modest noise
thereby.
Like millstones do they work, and like pestles:
throw only seed-corn unto them ! —they know well
how to grind corn small, and make white dust out
of it.
They keep a sharp eye on one another, and do
not trust each other the best. Ingenious in little
artifices, they wait for those whose knowledge
walketh on lame feet,—like spiders do they wait
.
I saw them always prepare their poison with
precaution; and always did they put glass gloves
on their fingers in doing so.
They also know how to play with false dice; and
so eagerly did I find them playing, that they per-
spired thereby.
We are alien to each other, and their virtues are
## p. 151 (#237) ############################################
XXXVIII. —SCHOLARS. 151
even more repugnant to my taste than their false-
hoods and false dice.
And when I lived with them, then did I live
above them. Therefore did they take a dislike to
me.
They want to hear nothing of any one walking
above their heads; and so they put wood and earth
and rubbish betwixt me and their heads.
Thus did they deafen the sound of my tread:
and least have I hitherto been heard by the most
learned.
All mankind's faults and weaknesses did they
put betwixt themselves and me:—they call it " false
ceiling" in their houses.
But nevertheless I walk with my thoughts above
their heads; and even should I walk on mine own
errors, still would I be above them and their heads.
For men are not equal: so speaketh justice. And
what I will, they may not will! —
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XXXIX.
