Ainsi Parlait Zarathoustra

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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nombre, toi l'unique: aujourd'hui
encore tu as tout ton courage et toutes tes espérances.

Pourtant ta solitude te fatiguera un jour, ta fierté se courbera et ton
courage grincera des dents. Tu crieras un jour: "Je suis seul!"

Un jour tu ne verras plus ta hauteur, et ta bassesse sera trop près de
toi. Ton sublime même te fera peur comme un fantôme. Tu crieras un
jour: "Tout est faux!"

Il y a des sentiments qui veulent tuer le solitaire; s'ils n'y
parviennent point, il leur faudra périr eux-mêmes! Mais es-tu capable
d'être assassin?

Mon frère, connais-tu déjà le mot "mépris"? Et la souffrance de ta
justice qui te force à être juste envers ceux qui te méprisent?

Tu obliges beaucoup de gens à changer d'avis sur toi; voilà pourquoi
ils t'en voudront toujours. Tu t'es approché d'eux et tu as passé:
c'est ce qu'ils ne te pardonneront jamais.

Tu les dépasses: mais plus tu t'élèves, plus tu parais petit aux yeux
des envieux. Mais celui qui plane dans les airs est celui que l'on
déteste le plus.

"Comment sauriez-vous être justes envers moi! - c'est ainsi qu'il te
faut parler - je choisis pour moi votre injustice, comme la part qui
m'est due."

Injustice et ordures, voilà ce qu'ils jettent après le solitaire:
pourtant, mon frère, si tu veux être une étoile, il faut que tu les
éclaires malgré tout!

Et garde-toi des bons et des justes! Ils aiment à crucifier ceux qui
s'inventent leur propre vertu, - ils haïssent le solitaire.

Garde-toi aussi de la sainte simplicité! Tout ce qui n'est pas simple
lui est impie; elle aime aussi à jouer avec le feu - des bûchers.

Et garde-toi des accès de ton amour! Trop vite le solitaire tend la
main à celui qu'il rencontre.

Il y a des hommes à qui tu ne dois pas donner la main, mais seulement
la patte: et je veux que ta patte ait aussi des griffes.

Mais le plus dangereux ennemis que tu puisses rencontrer sera toujours
toi-même; c'est toi-même que tu guettes dans les cavernes et les forêts.

Solitaire, tu suis le chemin qui mène à toi-même! Et ton chemin passe
devant toi-même et devant tes sept démons?

Tu seras hérétique envers toi-même, sorcier et devin, fou et incrédule,
impie et méchant.

Il faut que tu veuilles te brûler dans ta propre flamme: comment
voudrais-tu te renouveler sans t'être d'abord réduit en cendres!

Solitaire, tu suis le chemin du créateur: tu veux te créer un dieu de
tes sept démons!

Solitaire, tu suis le chemin de l'amant: tu t'aimes toi-même, c'est
pourquoi

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