Also sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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dich Nahe, ich liebe dich Ferne; deine Flucht lockt mich,
dein Suchen stockt mich: - ich leide, aber was litt ich um dich nicht
gerne!

Deren Kälte zündet, deren Hass verführt, deren Flucht bindet, deren
Spott - rührt:

- wer hasste dich nicht, dich grosse Binderin, Umwinderin,
Versucherin, Sucherin, Finderin! Wer liebte dich nicht, dich
unschuldige, ungeduldige, windseilige, kindsäugige Sünderin!

Wohin ziehst du mich jetzt, du Ausbund und Unband? Und jetzt fliehst
du mich wieder, du süsser Wildfang und Undank!

Ich tanze dir nach, ich folge dir auch auf geringer Spur. Wo bist du?
Gieb mir die Hand! Oder einen Finger nur!

Hier sind Höhlen und Dickichte: wir werden uns verirren! - Halt! Steh
still! Siehst du nicht Eulen und Fledermäuse schwirren?

Du Eule! Du Fledermaus! Du willst mich äffen? Wo sind wir? Von den
Hunden lerntest du diess Heulen und Kläffen.

Du fletschest mich lieblich an mit weissen Zähnlein, deine bösen Augen
springen gegen mich aus lockichtem Mähnlein!

Das ist ein Tanz über Stock und Stein: ich bin der Jäger, - willst du
mein Hund oder meine Gemse sein?

Jetzt neben mir! Und geschwind, du boshafte Springerin! Jetzt hinauf!
Und hinüber! - Wehe! Da fiel ich selber im Springen hin!

Oh sieh mich liegen, du Übermuth, und um Gnade flehn! Gerne möchte ich
mit dir - lieblichere Pfade gehn!

- der Liebe Pfade durch stille bunte Büsche! Oder dort den See
entlang: da schwimmen und tanzen Goldfische!

Du bist jetzt müde? Da drüben sind Schafe und Abendröthen: ist es
nicht schön, zu schlafen, wenn Schäfer flöten?

Du bist so arg müde? Ich trage dich hin, lass nur die Arme sinken! Und
hast du Durst, - ich hätte wohl Etwas, aber dein Mund will es nicht
trinken! -

- Oh diese verfluchte flinke gelenke Schlange und Schlupf-Hexe! Wo
bist du hin? Aber im Gesicht fühle ich von deiner Hand zwei Tupfen und
rothe Klexe!

Ich bin es wahrlich müde, immer dein schafichter Schäfer zu sein! Du
Hexe, habe ich dir bisher gesungen, nun sollst _du_ mir - schrein!

Nach dem Takt meiner Peitsche sollst du mir tanzen und schrein! Ich
vergass doch die Peitsche nicht? - Nein!" -


2.

Da antwortete mir das Leben also und hielt sich dabei die zierlichen
Ohren zu:

"Oh Zarathustra! Klatsche doch nicht so fürchterlich mit deiner
Peitsche! Du weisst es ja: Lärm mordet Gedanken, - und eben kommen mir
so zärtliche Gedanken.

Wir sind Beide zwei rechte Thunichtgute und Thunichtböse. Jenseits von
Gut und Böse fanden wir unser Eiland und unsre grüne Wiese - wir Zwei
allein! Darum müssen wir schon einander gut sein!

Und lieben wir uns auch nicht von Grund aus -, muss man sich denn gram
sein, wenn man

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