Ainsi Parlait Zarathoustra

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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_Parlons-en_, ô sages parmi les sages, quoi qu'il nous en coûte; car il
est plus dur de se taire; toutes les vérités que l'on a passées sous
silence deviennent venimeuses.

Et que soit brisé tout ce qui peut être brisé par nos vérités! Il y a
encore bien des maisons à construire! -

Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra.


Il y a une mer en moi, son fond est tranquille: qui donc devinerait
qu'il cache des monstres plaisants!

Inébranlable est ma profondeur, mais elle brille d'énigmes et d'éclats
de rire.

J'ai vu aujourd'hui un homme sublime, un homme solennel un expiateur de
l'esprit: comme mon âme s'est ri de sa laideur!

La poitrine en avant, semblable à ceux qui aspirent: il demeurait
silencieux l'homme sublime:

Orné d'horribles vérités, son butin de chasse, et riche de vêtements
déchirés; il y avait aussi sur lui beaucoup d'épines - mais je ne vis
point de roses.

Il n'a pas encore appris le rire et la beauté. Avec un air sombre, ce
chasseur est revenu de la forêt de la connaissance.

Il est rentré de la lutte avec des bêtes sauvages: mais son air sérieux
reflète encore la bête sauvage - une bête insurmontée!

Il demeure là, comme un tigre qui veut faire un bond; mais je n'aime
pas les âmes tendues comme la sienne; leurs réticences me déplaisent.

Et vous me dites, amis, que "des goûts et des couleurs il ne faut pas
discuter". Mais toute vie est lutte pour les goûts et les couleurs!

Le goût, c'est à la fois le poids, la balance et le peseur; et malheur
à toute chose vivante qui voudrait vivre sans la lutte à cause des
poids, des balances et des peseurs!

S'il se fatiguait de sa sublimité, cet homme sublime: c'est alors
seulement que commencerait sa beauté, - et c'est alors seulement que je
voudrais le goûter, que je lui trouverais du goût.

Ce ne sera que lorsqu'il se détournera de lui-même, qu'il sautera
par-dessus son ombre, et, en vérité, ce sera dans _son_ soleil.

Trop longtemps il était assis à l'ombre, l'expiateur de l'esprit a vu
pâlir ses joues; et l'attente l'a presque fait mourir de faim.

Il y a encore du mépris dans ses yeux et le dégoût se cache sur ses
lèvres. Il est vrai qu'il repose maintenant, mais son repos ne s'est
pas encore étendu au soleil.

Il devrait faire comme le taureau; et son bonheur devrait sentir la
terre et non le mépris de la terre.

Je voudrais le voir semblable à un taureau blanc, qui souffle et mugit
devant la charrue: et son mugissement devrait chanter la

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