 | Thus Spake Zarathustra |  |
12.
O my brethren, I consecrate you and point you to a new nobility: ye shall become procreators and cultivators and sowers of the future;-
-Verily, not to a nobility which ye could purchase like traders with traders' gold; for little worth is all that hath its price.
Let it not be your honour henceforth whence ye come, but whither ye go! Your Will and your feet which seek to surpass you-let these be your new honour!
Verily, not that ye have served a prince-of what account are princes now!-nor that ye have become a bulwark to that which standeth, that it may stand more firmly.
Not that your family have become courtly at courts, and that ye have learned-gay-coloured, like the flamingo-to stand long hours in shallow pools:
(For ability-to-stand is a merit in courtiers; and all courtiers believe that unto blessedness after death pertaineth-permission-to-sit!)
Nor even that a Spirit called Holy, led your forefathers into promised lands, which I do not praise: for where the worst of all trees grew-the cross,-in that land there is nothing to praise!-
-And verily, wherever this "Holy Spirit" led its knights, always in such campaigns did-goats and geese, and wry-heads and guy-heads run foremost!-
O my brethren, not backward shall your nobility gaze, but outward! Exiles shall ye be from all fatherlands and forefather-lands!
Your children's land shall ye love: let this love be your new nobility,-the undiscovered in the remotest seas! For it do I bid your sails search and search!
Unto your children shall ye make amends for being the children of your fathers: all the past shall ye thus redeem! This new table do I place over you!
| Thus Spake Zarathustra | |