(1844 - 1900)
sublime one saw I today, a solemn one, a penitent of the
spirit: Oh, how my soul laughed at his ugliness! (thus
I HAVE a question for thee
alone, my brother: like a sounding-lead, cast I this question
into thy soul, that I may know its depth.
Thou art young, and desirest child and
marriage. But I ask thee: Art thou a man entitled to desire a child?
Art thou the victorious one, the self-conqueror,
the ruler of thy passions, the master of thy virtues? Thus do I ask thee.
Or doth the animal speak in thy wish, and
necessity? Or isolation? Or discord in thee?
I would have thy victory and freedom long
for a child. Living monuments shalt thou build to thy victory and emancipation.
Beyond thyself shalt thou build. But first
of all must thou be built thyself, rectangular in body and soul.
Not only onward shalt thou propagate thyself,
but upward! For that purpose may the garden of marriage help thee!
A higher body shalt thou create, a first
movement, a spontaneously rolling wheel- a creating one shalt thou create.
Marriage: so call I the will of the twain
to create the one that is more than those who created it. The reverence
for one another, as those exercising such a will, call I marriage.
Let this be the significance and the truth
of thy marriage. But that which the many-too-many call marriage, those
superfluous ones- ah, what shall I call it?
Ah, the poverty of soul in the twain! Ah,
the filth of soul in the twain! Ah, the pitiable self-complacency in the
Marriage they call it all; and they say
their marriages are made in heaven.
Well, I do not like it, that heaven of
the superfluous! No, I do not like them, those animals tangled in the
Far from me also be the God who limpeth
thither to bless what he hath not matched!
Laugh not at such marriages! What child
hath not had reason to weep over its parents?
Worthy did this man seem, and ripe for
the meaning of the earth: but when I saw his wife, the earth seemed to
me a home for madcaps.
Yea, I would that the earth shook with
convulsions when a saint and a goose mate with one another.
This one went forth in quest of truth as
a hero, and at last got for himself a small decked-up lie: his marriage
he calleth it.
That one was reserved in intercourse and
chose choicely. But one time he spoilt his company for all time: his marriage
he calleth it.
Another sought a handmaid with the virtues
of an angel. But all at once he became the handmaid of a woman, and now
would he need also to become an angel.
Careful, have I found all buyers, and all
of them have astute eyes. But even the astutest of them buyeth his wife
in a sack.
Many short follies- that is called love
by you. And your marriage putteth an end to many short follies, with one
Your love to woman, and woman's love to
man- ah, would that it were sympathy for suffering and veiled deities!
But generally two animals alight on one another.
But even your best love is only an enraptured
simile and a painful ardour. It is a torch to light you to loftier paths.
Beyond yourselves shall ye love some day!
Then learn first of all to love. And on that account ye had to drink the
bitter cup of your love.
Bitterness is in the cup even of the best
love; thus doth it cause longing for the Superman; thus doth it cause
thirst in thee, the creating one!
Thirst in the creating one, arrow and longing
for the Superman: tell me, my brother, is this thy will to marriage?
Holy call I such a will, and such a marriage.Thus
qu'on fait n'est jamais compris mais seulement loué ou blâmé.
Nietzsche, Gay Science