(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
54.The Three Evil Things
IN MY dream, in my last morning-dream,
I stood today on a promontory- beyond the world; I held a
pair of scales, and weighed the world.
Alas, that the rosy dawn came
too early to me: she glowed me awake, the jealous one! Jealous
is she always of the glows of my morning-dream.
Measurable by him who hath
time, weighable by a good weigher, attainable by strong pinions,
divinable by divine nutcrackers: thus did my dream find the
world:My dream, a bold sailor, half-ship, half-hurricane,
silent as the butterfly, impatient as the falcon: how had
it the patience and leisure to-day for world-weighing!
Did my wisdom perhaps speak
secretly to it, my laughing, wide-awake day-wisdom, which
mocketh at all "infinite worlds"? For it saith:
"Where force is, there becometh number the master: it
hath more force."
How confidently did my dream
contemplate this finite world, not new-fangledly, not old-fangledly,
not timidly, not entreatingly:-As if a big round apple presented
itself to my hand, a ripe golden apple, with a coolly-soft,
velvety skin:- thus did the world present itself unto me:-As
if a tree nodded unto me, a broad-branched, strong-willed
tree, curved as a recline and a foot-stool for weary travellers:
thus did the world stand on my promontory:-As if delicate
hands carried a casket towards me- a casket open for the delectation
of modest adoring eyes: thus did the world present itself
before me today:-Not riddle enough to scare human love from
it, not solution enough to put to sleep human wisdom:- a humanly
good thing was the world to me to-day, of which such bad things
How I thank my morning-dream
that I thus at today's dawn, weighed the world! As a humanly
good thing did it come unto me, this dream and heart-comforter!
And that I may do the like
by day, and imitate and copy its best, now will I put the
three worst things on the scales, and weigh them humanly well.He
who taught to bless taught also to curse: what are the three
best cursed things in the world? These will I put on the scales.
Voluptuousness, passion for
power, and selfishness: these three things have hitherto been
best cursed, and have been in worst and falsest repute- these
three things will I weigh humanly well.
Well! Here is my promontory,
and there is the sea- it rolleth hither unto me, shaggily
and fawningly, the old, faithful, hundred-headed dog-monster
that I love!Well! Here will I hold the scales over the weltering
sea: and also a witness do I choose to look on- thee, the
anchorite-tree, thee, the strong-odoured, broad-arched tree
that I love!On what bridge goeth the now to the hereafter?
By what constraint doth the high stoop to the low? And what
enjoineth even the highest still- to grow upwards?Now stand
the scales poised and at rest: three heavy questions have
I thrown in; three heavy answers carrieth the other scale.
Voluptuousness: unto all hair-shirted
despisers of the body, a sting and stake; and, cursed as "the
world," by all backworldsmen: for it mocketh and befooleth
all erring, misinferring teachers.
Voluptuousness: to the rabble,
the slow fire at which it is burnt; to all wormy wood, to
all stinking rags, the prepared heat and stew furnace.
Voluptuousness: to free hearts,
a thing innocent and free, the garden-happiness of the earth,
all the future's thanks-overflow to the present.
Voluptuousness: only to the
withered a sweet poison; to the lion-willed, however, the
great cordial, and the reverently saved wine of wines.
Voluptuousness: the great symbolic
happiness of a higher happiness and highest hope. For to many
is marriage promised, and more than marriage,-To many that
are more unknown to each other than man and woman:and who
hath fully understood how unknown to each other are man and
Voluptuousness:- but I will
have hedges around my thoughts, and even around my words,
lest swine and libertine should break into my gardens!Passion
for power: the glowing scourge of the hardest of the heart-hard;
the cruel torture reserved for the cruellest themselves; the
gloomy flame of living pyres.
Passion for power: the wicked
gadfly which is mounted on the vainest peoples; the scorner
of all uncertain virtue; which rideth on every horse and on
Passion for power: the earthquake
which breaketh and upbreaketh all that is rotten and hollow;
the rolling, rumbling, punitive demolisher of whited sepulchres;
the flashing interrogative-sign beside premature answers.
Passion for power: before whose
glance man creepeth and croucheth and drudgeth, and becometh
lower than the serpent and the swine:until at last great contempt
crieth out of him-,
Passion for power: the terrible
teacher of great contempt, which preacheth to their face to
cities and empires: "Away with thee!"until a voice
crieth out of themselves: "Away with me!"
Passion for power: which, however,
mounteth alluringly even to the pure and lonesome, and up
to self-satisfied elevations, glowing like a love that painteth
purple felicities alluringly on earthly heavens.
Passion for power: but who
would call it passion, when the height longeth to stoop for
power! Verily, nothing sick or diseased is there in such longing
That the lonesome height may
not forever remain lonesome and self-sufficing; that the mountains
may come to the valleys and the winds of the heights to the
plains:Oh, who could find the right prenomen and honouring
name for such longing! "Bestowing virtue"- thus
did Zarathustra. once name the unnamable.
And then it happened also,-
and verily, it happened for the first time!- that his word
blessed selfishness, the wholesome, healthy selfishness, that
springeth from the powerful soul:-From the powerful soul,
to which the high body appertaineth, the handsome, triumphing,
refreshing body, around which everything becometh a mirror:
-The pliant, persuasive body,
the dancer, whose symbol and epitome is the self-enjoying
soul. Of such bodies and souls the self-enjoyment calleth
With its words of good and
bad doth such self-enjoyment shelter itself as with sacred
groves; with the names of its happiness doth it banish from
itself everything contemptible.
Away from itself doth it banish
everything cowardly; it saith: "Badthat is cowardly!"
Contemptible seem to it the ever-solicitous, the sighing,
the complaining, and whoever pick up the most trifling advantage.
It despiseth also all bitter-sweet
wisdom: for verily, there is also wisdom that bloometh in
the dark, a night-shade wisdom, which ever sigheth: "All
Shy distrust is regarded by
it as base, and every one who wanteth oaths instead of looks
and hands: also all over-distrustful wisdom,for such is the
mode of cowardly souls.
Baser still it regardeth the
obsequious, doggish one, who immediately lieth on his back,
the submissive one; and there is also wisdom that is submissive,
and doggish, and pious, and obsequious.
Hateful to it altogether, and
a loathing, is he who will never defend himself, he who swalloweth
down poisonous spittle and bad looks, the all-too-patient
one, the all-endurer, the all-satisfied one: for that is the
mode of slaves.
Whether they be servile before
gods and divine spurnings, or before men and stupid human
opinions: at all kinds of slaves doth it spit, this blessed
Bad: thus doth it call all
that is spirit-broken, and sordidly-servile- constrained,
blinking eyes, depressed hearts, and the false submissive
style, which kisseth with broad cowardly lips.
And spurious wisdom: so doth
it call all the wit that slaves, and hoary-headed and weary
ones affect; and especially all the cunning, spurious-witted,
curious-witted foolishness of priests!
The spurious wise, however,
all the priests, the world-weary, and those whose souls are
of feminine and servile nature- oh, how hath their game all
along abused selfishness!
And precisely that was to be
virtue and was to be called virtueto abuse selfishness! And
"selfless"- so did they wish themselves with good
reason, all those world-weary cowards and cross-spiders!
But to all those cometh now
the day, the change, the sword of judgment, the great noontide:
then shall many things be revealed!
And he who proclaimeth the
ego wholesome and holy, and selfishness blessed, verily, he,
the prognosticator, speaketh also what he knoweth: "Behold,
it cometh, it is night, the great noontide!"
Thus spake Zarathustra.
qu'on fait n'est jamais compris mais seulement loué ou blâmé.
Nietzsche, Gay Science