Chapter 88 The Third Healer

One day, not long after Zarathustra's return to his cave, he sprang up from his bed, crying out terribly, like a madman; as if someone else was still lying in bed, not wanting to get up.Thus Zarathustra continued to cry, so that his hawks and serpents looked at him in horror, and the creatures in the nearby caves and lairs--flying, walking, and leaping--flew away.But thus says Zarathustra: Arise, my deep thoughts, arise from the depths, you sleepy reptile, I am your rooster and morning light, arise, arise!My voice will soon wake you up! Open your ears and listen: Listen!Because I want to hear from you!stand up!get up!Here is thunder enough to make all graves hear!

Wipe away sleepiness from your eyes, and all gloom, and blindness!Hear me also with your eyes: my voice is even the sight of those born blind! You wake up, and you should always stay awake.It's not my custom to wake the old grandmothers from their deep sleep; and tell them to go back to sleep! Are you moving, stretching, and panting by yourself?stand up!get up!You shouldn't be panting, just talk to me!Zarathustra calls thee, Zarathustra the godless! I Zarathustra, vindicator of life, vindicator of suffering, vindicator of cycles—I call to you, my deepest thought! Victory, here you come—I hear you coming!My depths speak, I move my depths into the light!

Victory!come here!Give me your hand—ha, ahaha! ——Hehe, hate, hate, hate!Alas!Sad!