Also sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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Meer. -

Oh ihr, meiner Jugend Gesichte und Erscheinungen! Oh, ihr Blicke der
Liebe alle, ihr göttlichen Augenblicke! Wie starbt ihr mir so schnell!
Ich gedenke eurer heute wie meiner Todten.

Von euch her, meinen liebsten Todten, kommt mir ein süsser Geruch, ein
herz- und thränenlösender. Wahrlich, er erschüttert und löst das Herz
dem einsam Schiffenden.

Immer noch bin ich der Reichste und Bestzubeneidende - ich der
Einsamste! Denn ich _hatte_ euch doch, und ihr habt mich noch: sagt,
wem fielen, wie mir, solche Rosenäpfel vom Baume?

Immer noch bin ich eurer Liebe Erbe und Erdreich, blühend zu eurem
Gedächtnisse von bunten wildwachsenen Tugenden, oh ihr Geliebtesten!

Ach, wir waren gemacht, einander nahe zu bleiben, ihr holden fremden
Wunder; und nicht schüchternen Vögeln gleich kamt ihr zu mir und
meiner Begierde - nein, als Trauende zu dem Trauenden!

Ja, zur Treue gemacht, gleich mir, und zu zärtlichen Ewigkeiten: muss
ich nun euch nach eurer Untreue heissen, ihr göttlichen Blicke und
Augenblicke: keinen andern Namen lernte ich noch.

Wahrlich, zu schnell starbt ihr mir, ihr Flüchtlinge. Doch floht ihr
mich nicht, noch floh ich euch: unschuldig sind wir einander in unsrer
Untreue.

_Mich_ zu tödten, erwürgte man euch, ihr Singvögel meiner Hoffnungen!
Ja, nach euch, ihr Liebsten, schoss immer die Bosheit Pfeile - mein
Herz zu treffen!

Und sie traf! Wart ihr doch stets mein Herzlichstes, mein Besitz und
mein Besessen-sein: _darum_ musstet ihr jung sterben und allzu frühe!

Nach dem Verwundbarsten, das ich besass, schoss man den Pfeil: das
waret ihr, denen die Haut einem Flaume gleich ist und mehr noch dem
Lächeln, das an einem Blick erstirbt!

Aber diess Wort will ich zu meinen Feinden reden: was ist alles
Menschen-Morden gegen Das, was ihr mir thatet!

Böseres thatet ihr mir, als aller Menschen-Mord ist;
Unwiederbringliches nahmt ihr mir: - also rede ich zu euch, meine
Feinde!

Mordetet ihr doch meiner Jugend Gesichte und liebste Wunder! Meine
Gespielen nahmt ihr mir, die seligen Geister! Ihrem Gedächtnisse lege
ich diesen Kranz und diesen Fluch nieder.

Diesen Fluch gegen euch, meine Feinde! Machtet ihr doch mein Ewiges
kurz, wie ein Ton zerbricht in kalter Nacht! Kaum als Aufblinken
göttlicher Augen kam es mir nur, - als Augenblick!

Also sprach zur guten Stunde einst meine Reinheit: "göttlich sollen
mir alle Wesen sein."

Da überfielt ihr mich mit schmutzigen Gespenstern; ach, wohin floh nun
jene gute Stunde!

"Alle Tage sollen mir heilig sein" - so redete einst die Weisheit
meiner Jugend: wahrlich, einer fröhlichen Weisheit Rede!

Aber da stahlt ihr Feinde mir meine Nächte und verkauftet sie zu
schlafloser Qual: ach, wohin floh nun jene fröhliche Weisheit?

Einst begehrte ich nach glücklichen Vogelzeichen: da führtet ihr mir
ein Eulen-Unthier über den Weg, ein

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