Also sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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mehr, das ich liebe, - wie sollte ich noch mich selber lieben?

`Leben, wie ich Lust habe, oder gar nicht leben`: so will ich's, so
will's auch der Heiligste. Aber, wehe! wie habe _ich_ noch - Lust?

Habe _ich_ - noch ein Ziel? Einen Hafen, nach dem _mein_ Segel läuft?

Einen guten Wind? Ach, nur wer weiss, _wohin_ er fährt, weiss auch,
welcher Wind gut und sein Fahrwind ist.

Was blieb mir noch zurück? Ein Herz müde und frech; ein unstäter
Wille; Flatter-Flügel; ein zerbrochnes Rückgrat.

Diess Suchen nach _meinem_ Heim: oh Zarathustra, weisst du wohl, diess
Suchen war _meine_ Heimsuchung, es frisst mich auf.

`Wo ist - _mein_ Heim?` Darnach frage und suche und suchte ich, das
fand ich nicht. Oh ewiges Überall, oh ewiges Nirgendwo, oh ewiges -

Also sprach der Schatten, und Zarathustra's Gesicht verlängerte sich
bei seinen Worten. "Du bist mein Schatten! sagte er endlich, mit

Deine Gefahr ist keine kleine, du freier Geist und Wanderer! Du
hast einen schlimmen Tag gehabt: sieh zu, dass dir nicht noch ein
schlimmerer Abend kommt!

Solchen Unstäten, wie du, dünkt zuletzt auch ein Gefängniss selig.
Sahst du je, wie eingefangne Verbrecher schlafen? Sie schlafen ruhig,
sie gemessen ihre neue Sicherheit.

Hüte dich, dass dich nicht am Ende noch ein enger Glaube einfängt,
ein harter, strenger Wahn! Dich nämlich verführt und versucht nunmehr
Jegliches, das eng und fest ist.

Du hast das Ziel verloren: wehe, wie wirst du diesen Verlust
verscherzen und verschmerzen? Damit - hast du auch den Weg verloren!

Du armer Schweifender, Schwärmender, du müder Schmetterling! willst du
diesen Abend eine Rast und Heimstätte haben? So gehe hinauf zu meiner

Dorthin führt der Weg zu meiner Höhle. Und jetzo will ich Schnell
wieder von dir davonlaufen. Schon liegt es wie ein Schatten auf mir.

Ich will allein laufen, dass es wieder hell um mich werde. Dazu muss
ich noch lange lustig auf den Beinen sein. Des Abends aber wird bei
mir - getanzt!" - -

Also sprach Zarathustra.


- Und Zarathustra lief und lief und fand Niemanden mehr und war allein
und fand immer wieder sich und genoss und schlürfte seine Einsamkeit
und dachte an gute Dinge, - stundenlang. Um die Stunde des Mittags
aber, als die Sonne gerade über Zarathustra's Haupte stand, kam er an
einem alten krummen und knorrichten Baume vorbei, der von der reichen
Liebe eines Weinstocks rings umarmt und vor sich selber verborgen war:
von dem hiengen gelbe Trauben in Fülle dem Wandernden entgegen. Da
gelüstete ihn, einen kleinen Durst zu löschen und sich eine Traube
abzubrechen; als er aber schon den Arm dazu ausstreckte, da
gelüstete ihn etwas Anderes noch mehr: nämlich sich neben den

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' Besides, you are still near enough to this sphere to judge my opinions by the standard of your own impressions and experiences.
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