Also sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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was lange Zeit braucht, ein Tag- und Maul-Werk für sanfte
Müssiggänger und Tagediebe.

Am weitesten freilich brachten es diese Kühe: die erfanden sich das
Wiederkäuen und In-der-Sonne-Liegen. Auch enthalten sie sich aller
schweren Gedanken, welche das Herz blähn."

"- Wohlan! sagte Zarathustra: du solltest auch _meine_ Thiere sehn,
meinen Adler und meine Schlange, - ihres Gleichen giebt es heute nicht
auf Erden.

Siehe, dorthin führt der Weg zu meiner Höhle: sei diese Nacht ihr
Gast. Und rede mit meinen Thieren vom Glück der Thiere, -

- bis ich selber heimkomme. Denn jetzt ruft ein Nothschrei Mich
eilig weg von dir. Auch findest du neuen Honig bei mir, eisfrischen
Waben-Goldhonig: den iss!

Jetzt aber nimm flugs Abschied von deinen Kühen, du Wunderlicher!
Lieblicher! ob es dir schon schwer werden mag. Denn es sind deine
wärmsten Freunde und Lehrmeister!" -

"- Einen ausgenommen, den ich noch lieber habe, antwortete der
freiwillige Bettler. Du selber bist gut und besser noch als eine Kuh,
oh Zarathustra!"

"Fort, fort mit dir! du arger Schmeichler! schrie Zarathustra mit
Bosheit, was verdirbst du mich mit solchem Lob und Schmeichel-Honig?"

"Fort, fort von mir!" schrie er noch Ein Mal und schwang seinen Stock
nach dem zärtlichen Bettler: der aber lief hurtig davon.

Der Schatten

Kaum aber war der freiwillige Bettler davongelaufen und Zarathustra
wieder mit sich allein, da hörte er hinter sich eine neue Stimme: die
rief "Halt! Zarathustra! So warte doch! Ich bin's ja, oh Zarathustra,
ich, dein Schatten!" Aber Zarathustra wartete nicht, denn ein
plötzlicher Verdruss überkam ihn ob des vielen Zudrangs und Gedrängs
in seinen Bergen. "Wo ist meine Einsamkeit hin? sprach er.

Es wird mir wahrlich zu viel; diess Gebirge wimmelt, mein Reich ist
nicht mehr von _dieser_ Welt, ich brauche neue Berge.

Mein Schatten ruft mich? Was liegt an meinem Schatten! Mag er mir
nachlaufen! ich - laufe ihm davon." -

Also sprach Zarathustra zu seinem Herzen und lief davon. Aber Der,
welcher hinter ihm war, folgte ihm nach: so dass alsbald drei Laufende
hinter einander her waren, nämlich voran der freiwillige Bettler,
dann Zarathustra und zudritt und -hinterst sein Schatten. Nicht lange
liefen sie so, da kam Zarathustra zur Besinnung über seine Thorheit
und schüttelte mit Einem Rucke allen Verdruss und Überdruss von sich.

"Wie! sprach er, geschahen nicht von je die lächerlichsten Dinge bei
uns alten Einsiedlern und Heiligen?

Wahrlich, meine Thorheit wuchs hoch in den Bergen! Nun höre ich sechs
alte Narren-Beine hinter einander her klappern!

Darf aber Zarathustra sich wohl vor einem Schatten fürchten? Auch
dünkt mich zu guterletzt, dass er längere Beine hat als ich."

Also sprach Zarathustra, lachend mit Augen und Eingeweiden, blieb
stehen und drehte sich schnell herum - und siehe, fast warf

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