Ainsi Parlait Zarathoustra

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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en elle
de la volonté d'engendrer.

Cette volonté m'a attiré loin de Dieu et des Dieux; qu'y aurait-il donc
à créer, s'il y avait des Dieux?

Mais mon ardente volonté de créer me pousse sans cesse vers les hommes;
ainsi le marteau est poussé vers la pierre.

Hélas! ô hommes, une statue sommeille pour moi dans la pierre, la
statue de mes statues! Hélas! pourquoi faut-il qu'elle dorme dans la
pierre la plus affreuse et la plus dure!

Maintenant mon marteau frappe cruellement contre cette prison. La
pierre se morcelle: que m'importe?

Je veux achever cette statue: car une ombre m'a visité - la chose la
plus silencieuse et la plus légère est venue auprès de moi!

La beauté du Surhumain m'a visité comme une ombre. Hélas, mes frères!
Que m'importent encore - les Dieux! -


Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra.





DES MISÉRICORDIEUX


Mes amis, des paroles moqueuses sont venues aux oreilles de votre ami:
"Voyez donc Zarathoustra! Ne passe-t-il pas au milieu de nous comme si
nous étions des bêtes?"

Mais vaudrait mieux dire: "Celui qui cherche la connaissance passe au
milieu des hommes, comme on passe parmi les bêtes."

Celui qui cherche la connaissance appelle l'homme: la bête aux joues
rouges.

Pourquoi lui a-t-il donné ce nom? N'est-ce pas parce l'homme a eu
honte trop souvent?

mes amis! Ainsi parle celui qui cherche la connaissance: honte, honte,
honte - c'est là l'histoire de l'homme!

Et c'est pourquoi l'homme noble s'impose de ne pas humilier les autres
hommes: il s'impose la pudeur de tout ce qui souffre.

En vérité, je ne les aime pas, les miséricordieux qui cherchent la
béatitude dans leur pitié: ils sont trop dépourvus de pudeur.

S'il faut que je sois miséricordieux, je ne veux au moins pas que l'on
dise que je le suis; et quand je le suis que ce soit à distance
seulement.

J'aime bien aussi à voiler ma face et à m'enfuir avant d'être reconnu:
faites de même, mes amis!

Que ma destinée m'amène toujours sur mon chemin de ceux qui, comme
vous, ne souffrent pas, et de ceux aussi avec qui je _puisse_ partager
espoirs, repas et miel!

En vérité, j'ai fait ceci et cela pour ceux qui souffrent: mais il m'a
toujours semblé faire mieux, quand j'apprenais à mieux me réjouir.

Depuis qu'il y a des hommes, l'homme s'est trop peu réjoui. Ceci seul,
mes frères, est notre péché originel.

Et lorsque nous apprenons à mieux nous réjouir, c'est alors que nous
désapprenons de faire du mal aux autres et d'inventer des douleurs.

C'est pourquoi je me lave les mains quand elles ont aidé celui qui
souffre. C'est pourquoi je m'essuie

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