Chapter 57 The third part of Gravity Spirit II

He who taught flight will one day remove all landmarks; all landmarks will ascend; and the earth will be baptized afresh from him and be named the Light-Spirited. The ostrich gallops faster than a galloping horse, but he also thrusts its head hard into the heavy ground: so does the man who cannot fly. Thus will the Spirit of Gravity: the earth and life are heavy to him.But thus I teach that he who can be as light as a bird must love himself. Truly, not with the love of the sick and infected.With them, even self-love stinks! This is how I teach people: I must learn to love myself in a hygienic and healthy way: only then will I be tempted to be patient and not be distracted.

Here God does not forsake and professes to be "the love of his neighbor".Such talk is the worst lie and deception of all time, especially among those who feel that the world is heavy. Truly, learning to love yourself is not just a commandment for today and tomorrow.This ning is the finest, most skillful, newest, and most enduring of all arts. Such is the work of the Spirit of Gravity: to keep all treasures well hidden from his possessor, and of all the vaults of gold and silver his own treasures are the last to be dug. Almost still in the cradle they gave me heavy words and evaluations.They call this gift "good" and "evil".Because of it, our lives have been spared.

This is the work of the spirit of gravity: to call the little children together and forbid them to love themselves. We—we have faithfully walked the rugged mountains, bearing the burden that was given us on our toiling shoulders!If we sweat, we are told: "Yes, life is too much!" Only man himself is the burden, because he carries too many irrelevant words and evaluations on his shoulders.He knelt down like a camel, letting himself carry the load. Especially the most resolute person who can carry a heavy load is full of majesty in his head.He carried too many irrelevant words and evaluations on his shoulders: now life seems to be a pile of sand to him.

real!Even what is our own is unbearable!Many inner things in the human heart are like sea oysters—disgusting, slippery, and difficult to grasp— So there had to be pearlescent beautiful shells to justify those things.Even this art must be learned: to have a shell, a lovely appearance, and cunning ignorance! Furthermore, there are many deceptions in the human heart, and many shells are still small, useless, and too one shell. Many hidden benevolences and powers have never been discovered; the most selected delicacy has no taster? Only the best of women know this: A little fat and a little thin—oh, what a fate hangs on this little!

Such is the work of the spirit of gravity: to make it difficult to see, and of all men to find oneself; the spirit often deceives the soul. But he who has found himself says: This is my good and my evil: thus he silences the moles and dwarfs who say "all is good and all is evil." Really, I don't like people who call everything good, and the world the best good. I call them "All Satisfiers". "The Satisfaction of Everything", savoring everything, but not the best!I respect the stubborn and stubborn tongue and stomach that once learned to say: "I" and "yes" and "no".

Anything that chews and digests everything - that's what a pig is!Only donkeys and donkey-like creatures ever know to say "Yes!"— My taste calls for this: deep yellow and fiery red—that mixes blood and all colors.But he who cleansed his house betrayed to me a cleansed soul. Some love zombies, some love ghosts; both are enemies of blood and flesh. Well, how both are against my taste!Because I love blood! I don't want to live where everyone spits and hates; that's my taste.Rather live among robbers and perjurers.No one has gold in his mouth. But all phlegm-suckers loathe me more; the most loathsome creature among men I know is called a flatterer: he does not desire love, but wishes to be parasitized by love.

We call people who have only one choice to be unhappy: either become an evil beast or become an evil domestic animal.I don't want to build my shrine with them. And I call unhappy those who must wait forever,--they are against my taste--all tax collectors, peddlers, kings, and all landowners and merchants. Indeed, I too have learned to expect, thoroughly,—but only myself.I also learned to stand, walk, run, jump, climb, and dance on top of everything. This is my teaching: He who wishes to soar one day must first learn to stand, to walk, to run, to climb and to dance:—for one cannot learn to soar by soaring!

I have learned to reach many windows with rope ladders, and to climb with nimble legs to all tall masts: it seems to me no small happiness to sit on the tall masts of knowledge! —— To roar like a little flame on high-masts: a small brilliance, indeed, but a great comfort to wrecked sailors and shipwrecked! By different ways and means I have reached my truth; I have not but one stairway to the heights to which I wander. I hate to ask my way,--that's always against my taste! I would rather ask and test the way itself. All my journeys have been a quest, a trial: really I must have learned to answer such inquiries!This is my taste:

——It's not good, it's not evil, it's just my taste, and there's nothing shameful or secret about that. Here is my way--where is your way?Thus I answered those who asked me the way.Because this way does not exist! Thus spake Zarathustra.