(1844 - 1900)
Thus Spake Zarathustra
sublime one saw I today, a solemn one, a penitent of the
spirit: Oh, how my soul laughed at his ugliness! (thus
O HEAVEN above me, thou pure,
thou deep heaven! Thou abyss of light! Gazing on thee, I tremble
with divine desires.
Up to thy height to toss myself-
that is my depth! In thy purity to hide myself- that is mine
The God veileth his beauty:
thus hidest thou thy stars. Thou speakest not: thus proclaimest
thou thy wisdom unto me.
Mute o'er the raging sea hast
thou risen for me to-day; thy love and thy modesty make a
revelation unto my raging soul.
In that thou camest unto me
beautiful, veiled in thy beauty, in that thou spakest unto
me mutely, obvious in thy wisdom:
Oh, how could I fail to divine
all the modesty of thy soul! Before the sun didst thou come
unto me- the lonesomest one.
We have been friends from the
beginning: to us are grief, gruesomeness, and ground common;
even the sun is common to us.
We do not speak to each other,
because we know too much-: we keep silent to each other, we
smile our knowledge to each other.
Art thou not the light of my
fire? Hast thou not the sister-soul of mine insight?
Together did we learn everything;
together did we learn to ascend beyond ourselves to ourselves,
and to smile uncloudedly:-Uncloudedly to smile down out of
luminous eyes and out of miles of distance, when under us
constraint and purpose and guilt stream like rain.
And wandered I alone, for what
did my soul hunger by night and in labyrinthine paths? And
climbed I mountains, whom did I ever seek, if not thee, upon
And all my wandering and mountain-climbing:
a necessity was it merely, and a makeshift of the unhandy
one:- to fly only, wanteth mine entire will, to fly into thee!
And what have I hated more
than passing clouds, and whatever tainteth thee? And mine
own hatred have I even hated, because it tainted thee!
The passing clouds I detest-
those stealthy cats of prey: they take from thee and me what
is common to us- the vast unbounded Yea- and Amen- saying.
These mediators and mixers
we detest- the passing clouds: those half-and-half ones, that
have neither learned to bless nor to curse from the heart.
Rather will I sit in a tub
under a closed heaven, rather will I sit in the abyss without
heaven, than see thee, thou luminous heaven, tainted with
And oft have I longed to pin
them fast with the jagged gold-wires of lightning, that I
might, like the thunder, beat the drum upon their kettle-bellies:-An
angry drummer, because they rob me of thy Yea and Amen!- thou
heaven above me, thou pure, thou luminous heaven! Thou abyss
of light!- because they rob thee of my Yea and Amen.
For rather will I have noise
and thunders and tempest-blasts, than this discreet, doubting
cat-repose; and also amongst men do I hate most of all the
soft-treaders, and half-and-half ones, and the doubting, hesitating,
And "he who cannot bless
shall learn to curse!"- this clear teaching dropt unto
me from the clear heaven; this star standeth in my heaven
even in dark nights.
I, however, am a blesser and
a Yea-sayer, if thou be but around me, thou pure, thou luminous
heaven! Thou abyss of light!- into all abysses do I then carry
my beneficent Yea-saying.
A blesser have I become and
a Yea-sayer: and therefore strove I long and was a striver,
that I might one day get my hands free for blessing.
This, however, is my blessing:
to stand above everything as its own heaven, its round roof,
its azure bell and eternal security: and blessed is he who
For all things are baptized
at the font of eternity, and beyond good and evil; good and
evil themselves, however, are but fugitive shadows and damp
afflictions and passing clouds.
Verily, it is a blessing and
not a blasphemy when I teach that "above all things there
standeth the heaven of chance, the heaven of innocence, the
heaven of hazard, the heaven of wantonness."
"Of Hazard"- that
is the oldest nobility in the world; that gave I back to all
things; I emancipated them from bondage under purpose.
This freedom and celestial
serenity did I put like an azure bell above all things, when
I taught that over them and through them, no "eternal
This wantonness and folly did
I put in place of that Will, when I taught that "In everything
there is one thing impossible- rationality!"
A little reason, to be sure,
a germ of wisdom scattered from star to star- this leaven
is mixed in all things: for the sake of folly, wisdom is mixed
in all things!
A little wisdom is indeed possible;
but this blessed security have I found in all things, that
they prefer- to dance on the feet of chance.
O heaven above me! thou pure,
thou lofty heaven! This is now thy purity unto me, that there
is no eternal reason-spider and reason-cobweb:-That thou art
to me a dancing-floor for divine chances, that thou art to
me a table of the Gods, for divine dice and dice-players!But
thou blushest? Have I spoken unspeakable things? Have I abused,
when I meant to bless thee?
Or is it the shame of being
two of us that maketh thee blush!- Dost thou bid me go and
be silent, because now- day cometh?
The world is deep:- and deeper
than e'er the day could read. Not everything may be uttered
in presence of day. But day cometh: so let us part!
O heaven above me, thou modest
one! thou glowing one! O thou, my happiness before sunrise!
The day cometh: so let us part!Thus spake Zarathustra.
qu'on fait n'est jamais compris mais seulement loué ou blâmé.
Nietzsche, Gay Science