(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
Meanwhile the evening came on, and the
market-place veiled itself in gloom. Then the people dispersed, for even
curiosity and terror become fatigued. Zarathustra, however, still sat
beside the dead man on the ground, absorbed in thought: so he forgot the
time. But at last it became night, and a cold wind blew upon the lonely
one. Then arose Zarathustra and said to his heart:
Verily, a fine catch of fish hath Zarathustra
made to-day! It is not a man he hath caught, but a corpse.
Sombre is human life, and as yet without
meaning: a buffoon may be fateful to it.
I want to teach men the sense of their
existence, which is the Superman, the lightning out of the dark cloud-
But still am I far from them, and my sense
speaketh not unto their sense. To men I am still something between a fool
and a corpse.
Gloomy is the night, gloomy are the ways
of Zarathustra. Come, thou cold and stiff companion! I carry thee to the
place where I shall bury thee with mine own hands.
qu'on fait n'est jamais compris mais seulement loué ou blâmé.
Nietzsche, Gay Science