Ainsi Parlait Zarathoustra

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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c'est ce que veut aussi le plus saint. Mais, hélas! comment y
aurait-il encore pour moi un plaisir?

Y a-t-il encore pour moi - un but? Un port où s'élance _ma_ voile?

Un bon vent? Hélas! celui-là seul qui sait où il va, sait aussi quel
est pour lui le bon vent, le vent propice.

Que m'est il resté? Un coeur fatigué et impudent; une volonté
instable; des ailes bonnes pour voleter; une épine dorsale brisée.

Cette recherche de _ma_ demeure: ô Zarathoustra, le sais-tu bien, cette
recherche a été _ma_ cruelle épreuve, elle me dévore.

"_Où_ est _ma_ demeure?" C'est elle que je demande, que je cherche,
que j'ai cherchée, elle que je n'ai pas trouvée. O éternel partout, ô
éternel nulle part, ô éternel - en vain!"

Ainsi parlait l'ombre; et le visage de Zarathoustra s'allongeait à ses
paroles. "Tu es mon ombre!" dit-il enfin avec tristesse.

Ce n'est pas un mince péril que tu cours, esprit libre et voyageur! Tu
as un mauvais jour: prends garde à ce qu'il ne soit pas suivi d'un
plus mauvais soir!

Des vagabonds comme toi finissent par se sentir bienheureux même dans
une prison. As-tu jamais vu comment dorment les criminels en prison?
Ils dorment en paix, ils jouissent de leur sécurité nouvelle.

Garde-toi qu'une foi étroite ne finisse par s'emparer de toi, une
illusion dur et sévère! Car désormais tu es séduit et tenté par tout
ce qui est étroit et solide.

Tu as perdu le but: hélas! comment pourrais-tu te désoler ou te
consoler de cette perte? N'as-tu pas ainsi perdu aussi - ton chemin?

Pauvre ombre errante, esprit volage, papillon fatigué! Veux-tu avoir ce
soir un repos et un asile? Monte vers ma caverne!

C'est là-haut que monte le chemin qui mène à ma caverne. Et maintenant
je veux bien vite m'enfuir loin de toi. Déjà je sens comme une ombre
peser sur moi.

Je veux courir seul, pour qu'il fasse de nouveau clair autour de moi.
C'est pourquoi il me faut encore gaiement jouer des jambes. Pourtant
ce soir - on dansera chez moi!" -


Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra.





EN PLEIN MIDI


- Et Zarathoustra se remit à courir et à courir encore, mais il ne
trouva plus personne. Il demeurait seul, et il ne faisait toujours que
se trouver
lui-même. Alors il jouit de sa solitude, il savoura sa solitude et il
pensa à de bonnes choses - pendant des heures entières. A l'heure de
midi cependant, lorsque le soleil se trouva tout juste au-dessus de la
tête de

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