Also sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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stürzt: nach
seiner eignen Pfeife will er tanzen, die Meere zittern und hüpfen
unter seinen Fusstapfen.

Der den Eseln Flügel giebt, der Löwinnen melkt, gelobt sei dieser gute
unbändige Geist, der allem Heute und allem Pöbel wie ein Sturmwind
kommt, -

- der Distel- und Tiftelköpfen feind ist und allen welken Blättern und
Unkräutern: gelobt sei dieser wilde gute freie Sturmgeist, welcher auf
Mooren und Trübsalen wie auf Wiesen tanzt!

Der die Pöbel-Schwindhunde hasst und alles missrathene düstere
Gezücht: gelobt sei dieser Geist aller freien Geister, der lachende
Sturm, welcher allen Schwarzsichtigen, Schwärsüchtigen Staub in die
Augen bläst!

Ihr höheren Menschen, euer Schlimmstes ist: ihr lerntet alle nicht
tanzen, wie man tanzen muss - über euch hinweg tanzen! Was liegt
daran, dass ihr missriethet!

Wie Vieles ist noch möglich! So _lernt_ doch über euch hinweg lachen!
Erhebt eure Herzen, ihr guten Tänzer, hoch! höher! Und vergesst mir
auch das gute Lachen nicht!

Diese Krone des Lachenden, diese Rosenkranz-Krone: euch, meinen
Brüdern, werfe ich diese Krone zu! Das Lachen sprach ich heilig; ihr
höheren Menschen, _lernt_ mir - lachen!

Das Lied der Schwermuth


Als Zarathustra diese Reden sprach, stand er nahe dem Eingange seiner
Höhle; mit den letzten Worten aber entschlüpfte er seinen Gästen und
floh für eine kurze Weile in's Freie.

"Oh reine Gerüche um mich, rief er aus, oh selige Stille um mich! Aber
wo sind meine Thiere? Heran, heran, mein Adler und meine Schlange!

Sagt mir doch, meine Thiere: diese höheren Menschen insgesammt -
_riechen_ sie vielleicht nicht gut? Oh reine Gerüche um mich! Jetzo
weiss und fühle ich erst, wie ich euch, meine Thiere, liebe."

- Und Zarathustra sprach nochmals: "ich liebe euch, meine Thiere!" Der
Adler aber und die Schlange drängten sich an ihn, als er diese Worte
sprach, und sahen zu ihm hinauf. Solchergestalt waren sie zu drei
still beisammen und schnüffelten und schlürften mit einander die gute
Luft. Denn die Luft war hier draussen besser als bei den höheren


Kaum aber hatte Zarathustra seine Höhle verlassen, da erhob sich der
alte Zauberer, sah listig umher und sprach: "Er ist hinaus!

Und schon, ihr höheren Menschen - dass ich euch mit diesem Lob- und
Schmeichel-Namen kitzle, gleich ihm selber - schon fällt mich mein
schlimmer Trug- und Zaubergeist an, mein schwermüthiger Teufel,

- welcher diesem Zarathustra ein Widersacher ist aus dem Grunde:
vergebt es ihm! Nun will er vor euch zaubern, er hat gerade _seine_
Stunde; umsonst ringe ich mit diesem bösen Geiste.

Euch Allen, welche Ehren ihr euch mit Worten geben mögt, ob ihr
euch `die freien Geister` nennt oder `die Wahrhaftigen` oder `die
Büsser des Geistes` oder `die Entfesselten` oder `die grossen
Sehnsüchtigen` -

- euch Allen, die ihr _am_grossen_Ekel_ leidet

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