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| Wouldst thou go into isolation, my brother? Wouldst thou seek the way
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| unto thyself? Tarry yet a little and hearken unto me.
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| "He who seeketh may easily get lost himself. All isolation is wrong": so
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| say the herd. And long didst thou belong to the herd.
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| The voice of the herd will still echo in thee. And when thou sayest, "I
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| have no longer a conscience in common with you," then will it be a plaint
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| and a pain.
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| Lo, that pain itself did the same conscience produce; and the last gleam
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| of that conscience still gloweth on thine affliction.
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| But thou wouldst go the way of thine affliction, which is the
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| way unto
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| thyself? Then show me thine authority and thy strength to do so!
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| Art thou a new strength and a new authority? A first motion? A self
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| rolling wheel? Canst thou also compel stars to revolve around thee?
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| Alas! there is so much lusting for loftiness!
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| There are so many
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| convulsions of the ambitions! Show me that thou art not a lusting and
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| ambitious one!
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| Alas! there are so many great thoughts that do nothing more than the
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| bellows: they inflate, and make emptier than ever.
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| Free, dost thou call thyself? Th
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| y ruling thought would I hear of, and not
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| that thou hast escaped from a yoke.
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| Art thou one ENTITLED to escape from a yoke? Many a one hath cast
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| away his final worth when he hath cast away his servitude.
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| Free from what? What doth that matter to Zarathustra!
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| Clearly, however,
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| shall thine eye show unto me: free FOR WHAT?
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| Canst thou give unto thyself thy bad and thy good, and set up thy will as
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| a law over thee? Canst thou be judge for thyself, and avenger of thy law?
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| Terrible is aloneness with the judge and avenger of one's own law. Thus
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| is a star projected into desert space, and into the icy breath of aloneness.
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| To
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| -day sufferest thou still from the multitude, thou individual; to
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| -day
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| hast thou still thy courage unabated, and thy hopes.
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| But one day will the solitude weary thee; one day will thy pride yield, and
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| thy courage quail. Thou wilt one day cry: "I am alone!"
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| One day wilt thou see no longer thy loftiness, and see too closely thy | |
| lowliness; thy sublimity itself will frighten thee as a phantom. Thou wilt
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| one
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| day cry: "All is false!"
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| There are feelings which seek to slay the lonesome one; if they do not
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| succeed, then must they themselves die! But art thou capable of it
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| —to be
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| a murderer?
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| Hast thou ever known, my brother, the word "disdain"? And the anguish
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| of
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| thy justice in being just to those that disdain thee?
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| Thou forcest many to think differently about thee; that, charge they
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| heavily to thine account. Thou camest nigh unto them, and yet wentest
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| past: for that they never forgive thee.
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| Thou goest beyond them:
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| but the higher thou risest, the smaller doth the
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| eye of envy see thee. Most of all, however, is the flying one hated.
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| "How could ye be just unto me!"
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| —must thou say
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| —"I choose your
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| injustice as my allotted portion."
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| Injustice and filth cast they at the lone
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| some one: but, my brother, if thou
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| wouldst be a star, thou must shine for them none the less on that
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| account!
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| And be on thy guard against the good and just! They would fain crucify
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| those who devise their own virtue—
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| they hate the lonesome ones.
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| Be on thy gu
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| ard, also, against holy simplicity! All is unholy to it that is
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| not simple; fain, likewise, would it play with the fire
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| —of the fagot and
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| stake.
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| And be on thy guard, also, against the assaults of thy love! Too readily
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| doth the recluse reach his hand to any one who meeteth him.
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| To many a one mayest thou not give thy hand, but only thy paw; and I wish thy paw
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| also to have claws.
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| But the worst enemy thou canst meet, wilt thou thyself always be; thou
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| waylayest thyself in caverns and forests.
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| Thou lonesome one, thou goest
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| the way to thyself! And past thyself and thy seven devils leadeth thy way!
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| A heretic wilt thou be to thyself, and a wizard and a sooth
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| fool, and a doubter, and a reprobate, and a villain.
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| Ready must thou be to burn thyself in thine o
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| wn flame; how couldst thou
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| become new if thou have not first become ashes!
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| Thou lonesome one, thou goest the way of the creating one: a God wilt
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| thou create for thyself out of thy seven devils!
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| Thou lonesome one, thou goest the way of the loving one: thou lovest
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| thyself, and on that account despisest thou thyself, as only the loving
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| ones despise.
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| To create, desireth the loving one, because he despiseth! What knoweth
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| he of love who hath not been obliged to despise just what he loved!
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| With thy love, go into thine isolation, my brother, and with thy creating;
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| and late only will justice limp after thee.
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| With my tears, go into thine isolation, my brother. I love him who
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| seeketh to create beyond himself, and thus succumbeth. Thus spake Zarathustra
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