 | Thus Spake Zarathustra |  |
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"He who learneth much unlearneth all violent cravings"-that do people now whisper to one another in all the dark lanes.
"Wisdom wearieth, nothing is worth while; thou shalt not crave!"-this new table found I hanging even in the public markets.
Break up for me, O my brethren, break up also that new table! The weary-o'-the-world put it up, and the preachers of death and the jailer: for lo, it is also a sermon for slavery:-
Because they learned badly and not the best, and everything too early and everything too fast; because they ate badly: from thence hath resulted their ruined stomach;-
-For a ruined stomach, is their spirit: it persuadeth to death! For verily, my brethren, the spirit is a stomach!
Life is a well of delight, but to him in whom the ruined stomach speaketh, the father of affliction, all fountains are poisoned.
To discern: that is delight to the lion-willed! But he who hath become weary, is himself merely "willed"; with him play all the waves.
And such is always the nature of weak men: they lose themselves on their way. And at last asketh their weariness: "Why did we ever go on the way? All is indifferent!"
To them soundeth it pleasant to have preached in their ears: "Nothing is worth while! Ye shall not will!" That, however, is a sermon for slavery.
O my brethren, a fresh blustering wind cometh Zarathustra unto all way-weary ones; many noses will he yet make sneeze!
Even through walls bloweth my free breath, and into prisons and imprisoned spirits!
Willing emancipateth: for willing is creating: so do I teach. And only for creating shall ye learn!
And also the learning shall ye learn only from me, the learning well!-He who hath ears let him hear!
| Thus Spake Zarathustra | |