Chapter 91 Volunteer beggar

Zarathustra left the ugliest man, and he felt cold and lonely: for the thought of cold and lonely rose in his heart, so his limbs were cold; but as he walked and walked, up and down hills, When he passed the green grassland and the barren sand ditch where the stream had dried up, he suddenly became warmer and happier again. "What have I come across?" he asked himself, "something warm and lively cheers me up; it must be around here. I am no longer alone; strangers and brothers roam about me; their warm breath touches my own soul. " But as he spied around for his solitary comforter, behold, there were many cows standing on the high hills, and the nearer they were, the warmer his heart was.But these cows seem to be listening to the speech enthusiastically, and ignore the person coming.Zarathustra went on further, and he distinctly heard someone speaking among the cows; evidently the heads of the cows were all turned towards the speaker.

Zarathustra ran up and scattered the cows; for he feared that here some should suffer, which the mercy of the cows could not relieve.But he guessed wrong; for, behold, there was a man sitting on the ground, as if speaking to the animals, a man of peace, a preacher on the hill. "What do you seek here?" exclaimed Zarathustra in amazement. "What do I seek here?" he answered: "Like you, you disturber of the peace; that is to say, I seek happiness on earth. "For that purpose, I like to learn from these cows. I tell you, I've been talking to them half the morning, and about now they're going to answer me. Why did you drive them away?

Unless we change and become cows, we shall not enter the Kingdom of Heaven.Because we should learn from them: Rumination. Really, what good is it for a man to have the whole world and not chew the cud?He should not be able to forsake his sorrow.His great sorrow: now that is called abomination!Whose heart, mouth, and eyes are not full of hatred now?the same as you!the same as you!But look at these cows! " Thus spoke the Preacher on the mountain, and turned to look at Zarathustra--for he had looked kindly at the cow--and then again he changed the subject. "Who is this man I'm talking to?" he exclaimed, jumping up from the ground.

"This is he who has no hatred, this is Zarathustra, the conqueror of the great hatred, this is the eye, mouth, and heart of Zarathustra." Thus he spoke, with his eyes glowing, and kissing the hand of Zarathustra, like one who has suddenly received gifts and jewels from heaven.But the cows stared at all this and wondered. "Don't speak of me, you strange one; you lovely one!" said Zarathustra, suppressing his tenderness, "tell yourself first! You are not a willing beggar who threw away great riches what? Ashamed of his riches and his own opulence, he fled to the destitute and bestowed upon them his abundance and his kindness.But they don't accept him. "

"They don't accept me," said the willing beggar, "really, I think you know it well. So at last I went to the animals, to the cows. " "Then know how much more difficult it is to give properly than to take properly," said Zarathustra, "and that it is an art—the last, finest, and excellent art of love. " "Especially now," replied the voluntary beggar, "now, when all that is base becomes rebellious, unapproachable, and walks its own way of arrogance. Verily, you know, the time has come for a great, wicked, long, long-lasting, rogue and slave rebellion: that rebellion widens and widens!

Now all favors and petty gifts anger the lowly; beware the great and rich! Now whoever wants to drip, like a bottle with a long neck and a big belly:—this bottle can be interrupted at any time. Vain greed, surly jealousy, angry vengeance, vulgar pride; all these leap before my eyes.Blessed are the poor, that is no longer true.The kingdom of heaven is with the cow. " "Why isn't the Kingdom of Heaven with the rich?" asked Zarathustra tentatively, while driving away the cows that were lovingly sniffing the peaceful man. "Why do you tempt me?" replied the man, "you understand better than I do. O Zarathura! Who drove me to the poorest? Was it not because I hated the richest?

With cold eyes and loathsome thoughts I loathe the sinful rich who make a small profit out of the filth,--these stinking rascals. Hate these plated, hypocritical rascals whose ancestors were pickpockets, carrion crows, and ragpickers with lascivious and lazy wives who have no other grudge than whores. The upper class is a rascal, and the lower class is also a rascal. What is poverty and wealth now!I didn't know the difference--so I fled farther and farther and farther until I came to the cows. " And the Peaceful One gasped and sweated as he spoke: So again the cows were amazed.But still Zarathustra smiled into his face,--and silently shook his head.

"You Preacher on the Mount, you exalt yourself when you speak such violent words. Such violence is neither the work of your mouth nor your eyes. I don't think it's your stomach either!All so-called rage and hatred and wrath are also incompatible with your stomach.Your stomach demands something soft: because you're not a butcher. It seems to me that you are a vegetarian, a plant and root eater, or that you chew grains.But surely, you have your enjoyment, you love to swallow honey. " "You guessed me!" replied the willing beggar, feeling relieved. "I love honey, and I chew the grain; for I seek that which tastes sweet, and which breathes clean, and which takes time, for the gentle sloth and idler, that would be a day's work and a day's work. months of work.

Verily, the cows are remarkable; they invented the cud and lay in the sun.They also abstain from all thoughts that weigh down the heart. " "Well then," said Zarathustra, "see also my animals, my eagle and my serpent,--there are none of their kind in the earth now. Behold—there is the way to my cave: be my guest tonight, and talk to my animals about their happiness— until I return.For now a cry for advice has driven me from you, and you too have found fresh, cold, golden honey from the hive in my house, taste that honey! You strange one, you dear one, leave your herd now--even if it is embarrassing to you, for they are your most ardent friends and teachers. "

"But one cow is my favorite," answered the willing beggar. "O Zarathustra, you are gentler and sweeter than a cow." "Go away, go away! You useless flatterer!" cried Zarathustra jestingly, "Why do you offend me with such compliments, with such sweet words of flattery?" "Go away, go away!" he cried again, raising his stick to the gentle beggar.But he has moved away quickly.