Chapter 87 The third part of the old list and the new list thirty

Oh you, my will!You, hub of all needs, you and my needs: spare me all small victories! You, what I call destiny, destiny of my soul!You are in me!Keep me out of me for a great destiny! O my will, cherish your last greatness for your last—so that you may not flinch in your triumph!Who is not conquered by his own victory? Alas, in the intoxicated new dawn, whose eyes have not become dark?Alas, when there is victory, whose feet do not tremble and stagger -- cannot stand! One day I may be complete and mature in the great noon: complete and mature as hot ore, as lightning clouds, as swollen breasts:—

Complete for myself and my most secret will: a bow longing for its arrow; an arrow longing for its star! —— A star perfected and matured in its noon, the arrows of the destroyed sun burning, piercing, and blessed! A sun, an indomitable will of the sun, ready to perish in triumph! O will!Hub of all needs, you, my needs!Hold me for a great victory! Thus spake Zarathustra.