Ainsi Parlait Zarathoustra

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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de regarder avec
envie vers les îles aux sources abondantes où, sous les sombres
feuillages, la vie se repose.

Mais sa soif ne le convainc pas de devenir pareil à ces satisfaits; car
où il y a des oasis il y a aussi des idoles.

Affamée, violente, solitaire, sans Dieu: ainsi se veut la volonté du
lion.

Libre du bonheur des esclaves, délivrée des dieux et des adorations,
sans épouvante et épouvantable, grande et solitaire: telle est la
volonté du véridique.

C'est dans le désert qu'ont toujours vécu les véridiques, les esprits
libres, maîtres du désert; mais dans les villes habitent les sages
illustres et bien nourris, - les bêtes de trait.

Car ils tirent toujours comme des ânes - le chariot du _peuple!_

Je ne leur en veux pas, non point: mais ils restent des serviteurs et
des êtres attelés, même si leur attelage reluit d'or.

Et souvent ils ont été de bons serviteurs, dignes de louanges. Car
ainsi parle la vertu: "S'il faut que tu sois serviteur, cherche celui à
qui tes services seront le plus utiles!

L'esprit et la vertu de ton maître doivent grandir parce que tu es à
son service: c'est ainsi que tu grandiras toi-même avec son esprit et
sa vertu!"

Et vraiment, sages illustres, serviteurs du peuple! Vous avez
vous-mêmes grandi avec l'esprit et la vertu du peuple - et le peuple a
grandi par vous! Je dis cela à votre honneur!

Mais vous restez peuple, même dans vos vertus, peuple aux yeux faibles,
- peuple qui ne sait point ce que c'est _l'esprit!_

L'esprit, c'est la vie qui incise elle-même la vie: c'est par sa propre
souffrance que la vie augmente son propre savoir, - le saviez-vous déjà?

Et ceci est le bonheur de l'esprit: être oint par les larmes, être
sacré victime de l'holocauste, - le saviez-vous déjà?

Et la cécité de l'aveugle, ses hésitations et ses tâtonnements rendront
témoignage de la puissance du soleil qu'il a regardé, - le saviez-vous
déjà?

Il faut que ceux qui cherchent la connaissance apprennent à
_construire_ avec des montagnes! c'est peu de chose quand l'esprit
déplace des montagnes, - le saviez-vous déjà?

Vous ne voyez que les étincelles de l'esprit: mais vous ignorez quelle
enclume est l'esprit et vous ne connaissez pas la cruauté de son
marteau!

En vérité, vous ne connaissez pas la fierté de l'esprit! mais vous
supporteriez encore moins la modestie de l'esprit, si la modestie de
l'esprit voulait parler!

Et jamais encore vous n'avez pu jeter votre esprit dans des gouffres de
neige: vous n'êtes pas assez chauds pour cela! Vous ignorez donc aussi
les ravissements de sa fraîcheur.

Mais en toutes

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