Also sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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Alles von neuem, Alles ewig, Alles verkettet, verfädelt, verliebt,
oh so _liebtet_ ihr die Welt, -

- ihr Ewigen, liebt sie ewig und allezeit: und auch zum Weh sprecht
ihr: vergeh, aber komm zurück! Denn alle Lust will - Ewigkeit!


11.

Alle Lust will aller Dinge Ewigkeit, will Honig, will Hefe, will
trunkene Mitternacht, will Gräber, will Gräber-Thränen-Trost, will
vergüldetes Abendroth -

- _was_ will nicht Lust! sie ist durstiger, herzlicher, hungriger,
schrecklicher, heimlicher als alles Weh, sie will _sich_, sie beisst
in _sich_, des Ringes Wille ringt in ihr, -

- sie will Liebe, sie will Hass, sie ist überreich, schenkt, wirft
weg, bettelt, dass Einer sie nimmt, dankt dem Nehmenden, sie möchte
gern gehasst sein, -

- so reich ist Lust, dass sie nach Wehe durstet, nach Hölle, nach
Hass, nach Schmach, nach dem Krüppel, nach _Welt_, - denn diese Welt,
oh ihr kennt sie ja!

Ihr höheren Menschen, nach euch sehnt sie sich, die Lust, die
unbändige, selige, - nach eurem Weh, ihr Missrathenen! Nach
Missrathenem sehnt sich alle ewige Lust.

Denn alle Lust will sich selber, drum will sie auch Herzeleid! Oh
Glück, oh Schmerz! Oh brich, Herz! Ihr höheren Menschen, lernt es
doch, Lust will Ewigkeit,

- Lust will _aller_ Dinge Ewigkeit, will tiefe, tiefe Ewigkeit!


12.

Lerntet ihr nun mein Lied? Erriethet ihr, was es will? Wohlan!
Wohlauf! Ihr höheren Menschen, so singt mir nun meinen Rundgesang!

Singt mir nun selber das Lied, dess Name ist "Noch ein Mal", dess Sinn
ist "in alle Ewigkeit!", singt, ihr höheren Menschen, Zarathustra's
Rundgesang!

Oh Mensch! Gieb Acht!
Was spricht die tiefe Mitternacht?
"Ich schlief, ich schlief -,
Aus tiefem Traum bin ich erwacht: -
Die Welt ist tief,
Und tiefer als der Tag gedacht.
Tief ist ihr Weh -,
Lust - tiefer noch als Herzeleid:
Weh spricht: Vergeh!
Doch alle Lust will Ewigkeit
will tiefe, tiefe Ewigkeit!"



Das Zeichen

Des Morgens aber nach dieser Nacht sprang Zarathustra von seinem Lager
auf, gürtete sich die Lenden und kam heraus aus seiner Höhle, glühend
und stark, wie eine Morgensonne, die aus dunklen Bergen kommt.

"Du grosses Gestirn, sprach er, wie er einstmal gesprochen hatte,
du tiefes Glücks-Auge, was wäre all dein Glück, wenn du nicht _Die_
hättest, welchen du leuchtest!

Und wenn sie in ihren Kammern blieben, während du schon wach bist und
kommst und schenkst und austheilst: wie würde darob deine stolze Scham
zürnen!

Wohlan! sie schlafen noch, diese höheren Menschen, während _ich_ wach
bin:

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