 | Thus Spake Zarathustra |  |
5.
If I be fond of the sea, and all that is sealike, and fondest of it when it angrily contradicteth me:
If the exploring delight be in me, which impelleth sails to the undiscovered, if the seafarer's delight be in my delight:
If ever my rejoicing hath called out: "The shore hath vanished,-now hath fallen from me the last chain-
The boundless roareth around me, far away sparkle for me space and time,-well! cheer up! old heart!"-
Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of rings-the ring of the return?
Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity!
For I love thee, O Eternity!
| Thus Spake Zarathustra | |