Chapter 113 The fourth part of the eighteen high people

This crown of the weepers, this crown of roses: I have worn this crown, I have consecrated my laughter, and now I do not see enough boldness in others. Zarathustra, the dancer, Zarathustra, the nimble one, who shakes his feathers, ready to fly, and signs to all birds, ready and ready, a happy man of light spirit! Zarathustra the Prophet, Zarathustra the true Laugher, not the Impatient, not the Absolute, one who loves to leap and fly; I wear the crown myself!