Chapter 48 Thus Spoke Zarathustra Book IX

thus spoke Zarathustra volume nine tall people one When I first went to people, I did a hermit's stupidity, a great stupidity: I showed up in the market place. There I speak to everyone, as I speak to nothing.At night, the rope treader and the zombie are my companions; I am almost a zombie myself. But in Xinxiao, a new truth shone on me: so I learned to say: "The market and the hooligans and the noise of the hooligans, and the long ears of the hooligans, what have I to do with that!" You masters, learn this from me: No one trusts masters in the marketplace.If you speak there, it is perfect!But Rogue Eye says, "We're all equal."

"You superiors"—said the Rogue Eye—"we are all equal without superiors; men are men; before God, we are all equal!" Before God! — but now God is dead.But in the face of hooligans, we do not want to be equal.You superiors, leave the market! two Before God! —but now God is dead!You superiors, this God is your greatest danger. You have not been born again since he lay in the grave.Only now comes the Great Noon, only now the High Ones become - the Dominators! Oh my brothers, do you understand this?Ye are afraid; are your hearts faint?Has the giant gully here opened its mouth to you?Are the dogs of hell barking at you here?

You tall people!Go up!Only now the mountains of the future of mankind feel great pain.God Is Dead: Now We Desire - Superman Survival! three Now the most eager man asks: "How is humanity sustained?" But Zarathustra, the first, the only man, asks: "How is humanity surpassed?" I only pay attention to the Superman; he—but not man—is my first and only attention,—not the neighbour, not the poorest, not the most suffering, not the best. Oh my brothers, what I love about man is that man is an up and a down.There is something in your hearts that makes me lovable and makes me hopeful.

You superiors, you feel contempt, which gives me hope.For the great despisers are the great pious. Your disappointment is honorable.Because they haven't learned to be happy with their fate, and they haven't learned the tricks of petty tricks. Now the scumbags are the rulers; they all preach peace, and humility, and intelligence, and industry, and thoughtfulness, and shoddy morality, and so on. No matter what, as long as it is a woman, a slave, especially a rascal:--these will now rule the fate of mankind. —Oh, disgust! disgust!disgust! These ask and ask, never weary: "How can man best, longest, and happiest sustain himself?" And so they are the masters of the day.

O my brethren, beyond these rulers of this day, this lowly people!They are the greatest danger to Superman! You superiors, you have surpassed such petty morality, such petty trickery, such petty thinking, this buzzing of ants, this terrible comfort, and this happiness of the greatest number of people! Desperate and not optimistic.Verily, you supreme beings, I love you because you don't know how to live today!Therefore your life - the best! Four O my brothers, are you brave?Are you determined?Not bravery before witnesses, but the bravery of eagles and hermits that even God dares not face?

Cold-hearted people, stubborn people, blind people and drunkards are not what I call determined people.Face fear with the heart of victory; face the abyss with pride: this is what I call determination! Seen through the abyss with the eagle's eyes, - grasping the abyss with the eagle's sharp claws: That's what I call being brave. Fives "Man is evil,"--all the wisest men have said to me for my comfort.Whew, is that even true now!For evil is the best power of man. "Man must become better and worse,"—thus I declared.To achieve the superhuman best, the human worst is necessary.

He who preaches to a humble people may be best: he suffers and bears their sins.But I rejoice in making my greatest sin my greatest consolation. But these things are not for long ears.All words are not suitable for all mouths.It's beautiful and distant stuff!Not that a sheep's little hoof can grab it. six You superiors, do you think that I live to correct the wrong things you have done? Or do you think I am preparing better beds for your suffering people?Or to show the restless, lost, and disorientated people new and easier shortcuts? no!no!The third no!The more and the better of your species the more you shall perish—for your life shall always be more unfortunate and more difficult.only—

But when a man goes to a tall place, lightning strikes him and shakes him: he is tall enough to touch the lightning! My heart and my longing are to distant things!What are your many trivial, complex, short-lived sorrows to me! I say you have not suffered enough!For you suffer only from yourselves.You have not suffered from humanity.If you don't admit it, then you are lying!None of you have suffered as I have suffered. —— seven Lightning can't destroy, I'm not satisfied yet.I don't want to move it away: it works for me as learning. My wisdom accumulated like a cloud, and gradually became more dignified and darker.So one day wisdom will give birth to an electric fire.

To people today I am not the light, nor am I to be called the light.I will blind them: O lightning of my wisdom, take out their eyeballs! Eight Do not desire more than you can: there is a nasty hypocrisy in those who will more than you can. Especially when they mean something great!For they awaken disbelief in great events, these artful counterfeiters and stage actors! Till at last they deceived themselves, looked sideways, festered, and twisted right and wrong with boastful morality and brilliant hypocrisy. You superiors, be careful there!For in my opinion there is nothing more precious and rare than integrity.

Isn't today's age the age of rascals?The rascals don't know what's great and what's small, what's innocence, what's upright, rascals are always ignorant distortions, they're always liars. Nine You high men, you brave men, you open-minded men, don't believe this age!Keep your sanity a secret!For this is the age of the rascals. Once the rascals learned to believe without reason--who can argue against their belief? Posture convincingly in the marketplace.But reason makes the rogue suspicious. If truth prevails there, then ask yourself with good doubt: "What stubborn delusion prevails there?"

Beware of polymaths too!Because they don't produce, they hate you!They have cold, withered eyes, the kind of glance that would make all birds mould. Such a person is probably very proud of not telling lies: but not being able to tell lies is still a long way from loving the truth.Be on your guard! Without the delusion in fever it is still far from true knowledge.I don't trust everything in a calm heart, who can't tell a lie, and doesn't know what the truth is. ten If you want to go to a high place, use your own two legs!Don't let yourself be carried to a high place; don't let yourself ride on other people's backs and heads! Have you mounted your horse?Are you running fast towards your goal now?OK, my friend!But your lameness still rides with you! When you have reached your goal, you dismount: you are tall, and even if you are on your height, you will fall! eleven You creators, you masters!You can only bear your own children. Don't let you be deceived or persuaded!Who is your neighbor!Even if you work for your neighbor - you are still not created for him! People you created, I ask you to forget the word "for": your deep morality is willing to have nothing to do with "for", "in this way", "because of" and so on.Deafen your ears to these false and small words. "For one's neighbor" is just the morality of the humble people: there they say "seeking like-mindedness" and "kind-hearted love"-they have neither the right nor the right to ask for your own! O people of your creation, there are foreknowledges and premonitions conceived in your self-seeking!What no one can see, your fruit, which you have sheltered, loved, and nurtured with all your love. Where all your love is, where your children are, there is all your morality!Don't let this hypocritical assessment fool you: your work, your will, is your neighbor! twelve You created people, you superior people!Those who give birth suffer: those who give birth are impure. Ask the women: give birth, not because it makes you happy.It is pain that makes hens cluck and poets sing. O people you created, you have many impurities in your heart.That is because you cannot but be the mothers of your children. A newborn child: O, how many new impurities have come into this world!go away!Those who have given birth should cleanse their souls! Thirteen Do not demand morality beyond your capacity!Don't seek the impossible! Walk in the moral footsteps of your ancestors!If the will of your ancestors does not go up with you, how can you go up? Let the first-born son be careful lest he become the last-born son!In the voices of your ancestors, you should not try to be saints. His ancestors were intoxicated with women, with strong wine, with wild boar; how could he claim to cleanse himself? That is a kind of ignorance!Really, I thought, that would be foolish, if he were the husband of one or two or three wives. If he builds a monastery, with notice on the gate: "Road to Sanctification"— I still have to say: why!That is a new kind of ignorance! He built himself a penance and a sanctuary: that was best for him, but I don't believe it! In solitude also grows what is in anyone's heart - and also grows the bestiality of man.For many people, therefore, solitude is inappropriate. Is there anything dirtier on earth than a saint in the wilderness?It's not just demons that run wild in them - beasts run wild too. fourteen You superiors, I often see you like tigers that fail to leap, hiding shyly, fearfully, clumsily.You throw and fail. But you dice-throwers, what does that matter!You have not learned to play and laugh, as one must play and laugh!Aren't we forever sitting around the big table playing and laughing? If you fail in great things, are you therefore failing yourselves?If you yourselves are failures, is humanity a failure?If human beings also fail: well, never mind! fifteen The higher the nature, the less likely to be successful.Here, you masters, haven't you all failed? Rejoice; what does that matter?How many possibilities are still there!Learn to laugh at yourself, as one ought to laugh! O you half-broken ones, what wonder is it that you fail or half succeed!Isn't the future of mankind struggling and striving to forge ahead in your hearts? Man's furthest, deepest, highest spirit, man's mighty power,--are these not bubbling in your wine-cups? What a surprise that many wine bottles are broken!Learn to laugh at yourself, as one should laugh!You masters, how many possibilities are still there! Really, how many have succeeded!The earth is so rich in small, good, complete, accomplished things! You higher ones, put the small, the beautiful, the whole around you.Their golden ripeness can heal hearts.Good things teach hope. sixteen What is the greatest sin ever upon the earth?Isn't that what he said, "Alas for those who laugh on the earth!" Has he not found a reason for laughter in the earth himself?If so, it is only because his seeking was not good.Even children can find reasons to mourn. He, can't love enough: otherwise, may he love us laughing people too!But he hates and scolds us; he allows us to mourn and gnash our teeth. If one does not love, must he be cursed?That seems to me like bad taste. But he did, the Absolute.He comes from sleep. Truly, he does not love enough; otherwise, may he not be so angry that he is not loved.All great love does not long for love:—it longs for more. Avoid the path of all such absolutes!That is a poor, sickly race, a race of rascals: they face life with malice; they have evil eyes for the world. Avoid the path of all such absolutes!They have heavy feet and gloomy hearts;—they know not how to dance.How can the earth be comfortable for such a person? seventeen All good things reach their purpose by twists and turns.They all hunch their waists like cats, their hearts meowing at the approaching happiness.All good things laugh. A man's steps tell whether he is on his way.Watch how I walk!People who draw close to their goals dance. Verily, I am not a stone statue, nor am I there clumsily, stupidly, hard as a pillar; I love to run as fast as I can. Though there are swamps and heavy sorrows in the land, yet the swift-footed man even runs through the mud and dances as on a smooth ice rink. My brothers, lift up your hearts higher and higher!But don't forget your legs!Lift up your legs too, you fine dancers, it would be better if you could stand on your heads! eighteen 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! nineteen My brothers, lift up your hearts higher and higher!Don't forget your legs, hold your legs up too.You good dancers, it would be better if you could stand on your heads! Even in happiness there are heavy animals, animals with broken feet from the beginning.They push themselves wonderfully, like an elephant struggling to stand upright. But it is better to be stupid for happiness than for unhappiness.Better to dance clumsily than to walk with a limp.So, you superiors, I ask you to learn from my wisdom: Even bad things have two good sides. Even the worst things have two good dancing legs: so you masters, learn from me to stand on your own inherent retreat! Forget all sorrowful sighs, all vulgar sorrows!O, how sad is the buffoon of rascals in this day and age!But today's age is the age of the rascals. twenty Like a mighty wind rushing from a cave: it dances to its own music; the sea trembles and leaps under its feet. It gives wings to the donkeys, it sucks the lionesses: praise the good and strong spirit, the rascal who has come like a tempest to all presents, to all. Against all thorn-heads, against all stupefied heads, against all withered leaves and weeds:- Praise the wild, pure, free spirit of the storm, who dances over swamps and sorrows as on green meadows Dance! It hates consumptive rascal dogs, hates all gloomy races:—praise the spirit of all free spirits, this storm of laughter, which blows ashes in the eyes of all pessimists and sick ghosts ! You superiors, the worst thing in your mind is that none of you have learned to dance as one should dance--dancing beyond yourselves!What is it to fail to you! How many possibilities are still there!So learn to laugh beyond yourselves!Lift up your hearts, you fine dancers, higher, higher! Don’t forget to have a good laugh too! This crown of the laugher, this crown of roses, O my brothers, I send you this crown, I consecrate laughter!You superiors, I invite you to learn--learn to laugh! (Translated by Yin Ming)