Thus Spake Zarathustra Friedrich Nietzsche (best thriller novels of all time .txt) đ
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âAnd even should we not love each other from the bottom of our heartsâ âmust we then have a grudge against each other if we do not love each other perfectly?
âAnd that I am friendly to thee, and often too friendly, that knowest thou: and the reason is that I am envious of thy Wisdom. Ah, this mad old fool, Wisdom!
âIf thy Wisdom should one day run away from thee, ah! then would also my love run away from thee quickly.ââ â
Thereupon did Life look thoughtfully behind and around, and said softly: âO Zarathustra, thou art not faithful enough to me!
âThou lovest me not nearly so much as thou sayest; I know thou thinkest of soon leaving me.
âThere is an old heavy, heavy, booming-clock: it boometh by night up to thy cave:â â
ââ âWhen thou hearest this clock strike the hours at midnight, then thinkest thou between one and twelve thereonâ â
ââ âThou thinkest thereon, O Zarathustra, I know itâ âof soon leaving me!ââ â
âYea,â answered I, hesitatingly, âbut thou knowest it alsoââ âAnd I said something into her ear, in amongst her confused, yellow, foolish tresses.
âThou knowest that, O Zarathustra? That knoweth no oneâ âžșâ
And we gazed at each other, and looked at the green meadow oâer which the cool evening was just passing, and we wept together.â âThen, however, was Life dearer unto me than all my Wisdom had ever been.â â
Thus spake Zarathustra.
IIIOne!
O man! Take heed!
Two!
What saith deep midnightâs voice indeed?
Three!
âI slept my sleepâ â
Four!
âFrom deepest dream Iâve woke and plead:â â
Five!
âThe world is deep,
Six!
âAnd deeper than the day could read.
Seven!
âDeep is its woeâ â
Eight!
âJoyâ âdeeper still than grief can be:
Nine!
âWoe saith: Hence! Go!
Ten!
âBut joys all want eternityâ â
Eleven!
âWant deep profound eternity!â
Twelve!
If I be a diviner and full of the divining spirit which wandereth on high mountain-ridges, âtwixt two seasâ â
Wandereth âtwixt the past and the future as a heavy cloudâ âhostile to sultry plains, and to all that is weary and can neither die nor live:
Ready for lightning in its dark bosom, and for the redeeming flash of light, charged with lightnings which say Yea! which laugh Yea! ready for divining flashes of lightning:â â
âBlessed, however, is he who is thus charged! And verily, long must he hang like a heavy tempest on the mountain, who shall one day kindle the light of the future!â â
Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity and for the marriage-ring of ringsâ âthe ring of the return?
Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity!
For I love thee, O Eternity!
IIIf ever my wrath hath burst graves, shifted landmarks, or rolled old shattered tables into precipitous depths:
If ever my scorn hath scattered mouldered words to the winds, and if I have come like a besom to cross-spiders, and as a cleansing wind to old charnel-houses:
If ever I have sat rejoicing where old Gods lie buried, world-blessing, world-loving, beside the monuments of old world-maligners:â â
âFor even churches and Godsâ-graves do I love, if only heaven looketh through their ruined roofs with pure eyes; gladly do I sit like grass and red poppies on ruined churchesâ â
Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of ringsâ âthe ring of the return?
Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity!
For I love thee, O Eternity!
IIIIf ever a breath hath come to me of the creative breath, and of the heavenly necessity which compelleth even chances to dance star-dances:
If ever I have laughed with the laughter of the creative lightning, to which the long thunder of the deed followeth, grumblingly, but obediently:
If ever I have played dice with the Gods at the divine table of the earth, so that the earth quaked and ruptured, and snorted forth fire-streams:â â
âFor a divine table is the earth, and trembling with new creative dictums and dice-casts of the Gods:
Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of ringsâ âthe ring of the return?
Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity!
For I love thee, O Eternity!
IVIf ever I have drunk a full draught of the foaming spice- and confection-bowl in which all things are well mixed:
If ever my hand hath mingled the furthest with the nearest, fire with spirit, joy with sorrow, and the harshest with the kindest:
If I myself am a grain of the saving salt which maketh everything in the confection-bowl mix well:â â
âFor there is a salt which uniteth good with evil; and even the evilest is worthy, as spicing and as final over-foaming:â â
Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of ringsâ âthe ring of the return?
Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity!
For I love thee, O Eternity!
VIf I be fond of the sea, and all that is sealike, and fondest of it when it angrily contradicteth me:
If the exploring delight be in me, which impelleth sails to the undiscovered, if the seafarerâs delight be in my delight:
If ever my rejoicing hath called out: âThe shore hath vanishedâ ânow hath fallen from me the last chainâ â
âThe boundless roareth around me, far away sparkle for me space and timeâ âwell! cheer up! old heart!ââ â
Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of ringsâ âthe ring of the return?
Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I
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