Also sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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Güte: diese aber ist die
schöpferische. -

Reden wir nur davon, ihr Weisesten, ob es gleich schlimm ist.
Schweigen ist schlimmer; alle verschwiegenere Wahrheiten werden

Und mag doch Alles zerbrechen, was an unseren Wahrheiten zerbrechen -
kann! Manches Haus giebt es noch zu bauen!

Also sprach Zarathustra.

Von den Erhabenen

Still ist der Grund meines Meeres: wer erriethe wohl, dass er
scherzhafte Ungeheuer birgt!

Unerschütterlich ist meine Tiefe: aber sie glänzt von schwimmenden
Räthseln und Gelächtern.

Einen Erhabenen sah ich heute, einen Feierlichen, einen Büsser des
Geistes: oh wie lachte meine Seele ob seiner Hässlichkeit!

Mit erhobener Brust und Denen gleich, welche den Athem an sich ziehn:
also stand er da, der Erhabene, und schweigsam:

Behängt mit hässlichen Wahrheiten, seiner Jagdbeute, und reich an
zerrissenen Kleidern; auch viele Dornen hiengen an ihm - aber noch sah
ich keine Rose.

Noch lernte er das Lachen nicht und die Schönheit. Finster kam dieser
Jäger zurück aus dem Walde der Erkenntniss.

Vom Kampfe kehrte er heim mit wilden Thieren: aber aus seinem Ernste
blickt auch noch ein wildes Thier - ein unüberwundenes!

Wie ein Tiger steht er immer noch da, der springen will; aber ich mag
diese gespannten Seelen nicht, unhold ist mein Geschmack allen diesen

Und ihr sagt mir, Freunde, dass nicht zu streiten sei über Geschmack
und Schmecken? Aber alles Leben ist Streit um Geschmack und Schmecken!

Geschmack: das ist Gewicht zugleich und Wagschale und Wägender; und
wehe allem Lebendigen, das ohne Streit um Gewicht und Wagschale und
Wägende leben wollte!

Wenn er seiner Erhabenheit müde würde, dieser Erhabene: dann erst
würde seine Schönheit anheben, - und dann erst will ich ihn schmecken
und schmackhaft finden.

Und erst, wenn er sich von sich selber abwendet, wird er über seinen
eignen Schatten springen - und, wahrlich! hinein in _seine_ Sonne.

Allzulange sass er im Schatten, die Wangen bleichten dem Büsser des
Geistes; fast verhungerte er an seinen Erwartungen.

Verachtung ist noch in seinem Auge; und Ekel birgt sich an seinem
Munde. Zwar ruht er jetzt, aber seine Ruhe hat sich noch nicht in die
Sonne gelegt.

Dem Stiere gleich sollte er thun; und sein Glück sollte nach Erde
riechen und nicht nach Verachtung der Erde.

Als weissen Stier möchte ich ihn sehn, wie er schnaubend und brüllend
der Pflugschar vorangeht: und sein Gebrüll sollte noch alles Irdische

Dunkel noch ist sein Antlitz; der Hand Schatten spielt auf ihm.
Verschattet ist noch der Sinn seines Auges.

Seine That selber ist noch der Schatten auf ihm: die Hand verdunkelt
den Handelnden. Noch hat er seine That nicht überwunden.

Wohl liebe ich an ihm den Nacken des Stiers: aber nun will ich auch
noch das Auge des Engels sehn.

Auch seinen Helden-Willen muss er noch

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