Ecce Homo Complete Works, Volume Seventeen

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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to my hell
I'll pave the way myself with well-made maxims.


Your God, you tell me,
Is a God of love?
The sting of conscience
A sting from God?
A sting of love?


They chew gravel,
They lie on their bellies
Before little round things,
They adore all that falleth not down--
These last servants of God
Believers (in reality)!


They made their God out of nothing,
What wonder if now he is naught?


Ye loftier men! There have once been
More thoughtful times, more reflective,
Than is our to-day and to-morrow.

Our time is like a sick woman--
Let her but shriek, rave, scold,
And break the tables and dishes!


Ye mount?
Is it true that ye mount,
Ye loftier men?

Are ye not, pray,
Like to a ball
Sped to the heights
By the lowest that's in you?
Do ye not flee from yourselves, O ye climbers?


All that you thought
You had to despise,
Where you only renounced!


All men repeat the refrain!
No, no, and thrice say No!
What's all this yap-yap talk of heaven?
We would not enter the kingdom of heaven,
The kingdom of earth shall be ours?


The will redeemeth,
He that has nothing to do
In a Nothing finds food for trouble.


You cannot endure it more,
Your tyrannous destiny,
Love it--you're given no choice!


These alone free us

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The one who acts certainly labours under the illusion of voluntariness; if the world's wheel were to stand still for a moment and an all-knowing, calculating reason were there to make use of this pause, it could foretell the future of every creature to the remotest times, and mark out every track upon which that wheel would continue to roll.
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But apart from these public hecatombs, and in reality much more horrible, there is a drama which is constantly being performed simultaneously in a hundred thousand acts; every able, industrious, intellectually striving man of a nation that thus covets political laurels, is swayed by this covetousness, and no longer belongs entirely to himself alone as he did formerly; the new daily questions and cares of the public welfare devour a daily tribute of the intellectual and emotional capital of every citizen; the sum of all these sacrifices and losses of, individual energy and labour is so enormous, that the political growth of a nation almost necessarily entails an intellectual impoverishment and lassitude, a diminished capacity for the performance of works that require great concentration and specialisation.
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But he certainly wants to observe and keep his eyes open to whatever actually happens in the world; therefore he cannot attach his heart too firmly to anything individual; he must have in himself something wandering that takes pleasure in change and transitoriness.
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Thus, my friends, shall it obtain? Amen! Till we meet again.