Thus Spake Zarathustra. Фридрих Вильгельм Ницше

valued things.

      Through valuation only is there value; and without valuation the nut of existence would be hollow. Hear it, ye creating ones!

      Change of values – that is, change of the creating ones. Always doth he destroy who hath to be a creator.

      Creating ones were first of all peoples, and only in late times individuals; verily, the individual himself is still the latest creation.

      Peoples once hung over them tables of the good. Love which would rule and love which would obey, created for themselves such tables.

      Older is the pleasure in the herd than the pleasure in the ego: and as long as the good conscience is for the herd, the bad conscience only saith: ego.

      Verily, the crafty ego, the loveless one, that seeketh its advantage in the advantage of many – it is not the origin of the herd, but its ruin.

      Loving ones, was it always, and creating ones, that created good and bad. Fire of love gloweth in the names of all the virtues, and fire of wrath.

      Many lands saw Zarathustra, and many peoples: no greater power did Zarathustra find on earth than the creations of the loving ones – “good” and “bad” are they called.

      Verily, a prodigy is this power of praising and blaming. Tell me, ye brethren, who will master it for me? Who will put a fetter upon the thousand necks of this animal?

      A thousand goals have there been hitherto, for a thousand peoples have there been. Only the fetter for the thousand necks is still lacking; there is lacking the one goal. As yet humanity hath not a goal.

      But pray tell me, my brethren, if the goal of humanity be still lacking, is there not also still lacking – humanity itself? —

      Thus spake Zarathustra.

      XVI. NEIGHBOUR-LOVE

      Ye crowd around your neighbour, and have fine words for it. But I say unto you: your neighbour-love is your bad love of yourselves.

      Ye flee unto your neighbour from yourselves, and would fain make a virtue thereof: but I fathom your “unselfishness.”

      The THOU is older than the I; the THOU hath been consecrated, but not yet the I: so man presseth nigh unto his neighbour.

      Do I advise you to neighbour-love? Rather do I advise you to neighbour-flight and to furthest love!

      Higher than love to your neighbour is love to the furthest and future ones; higher still than love to men, is love to things and phantoms.

      The phantom that runneth on before thee, my brother, is fairer than thou; why dost thou not give unto it thy flesh and thy bones? But thou fearest, and runnest unto thy neighbour.

      Ye cannot endure it with yourselves, and do not love yourselves sufficiently: so ye seek to mislead your neighbour into love, and would fain gild yourselves with his error.

      Would that ye could not endure it with any kind of near ones, or their neighbours; then would ye have to create your friend and his overflowing heart out of yourselves.

      Ye call in a witness when ye want to speak well of yourselves; and when ye have misled him to think well of you, ye also think well of yourselves.

      Not only doth he lie, who speaketh contrary to his knowledge, but more so, he who speaketh contrary to his ignorance. And thus speak ye of yourselves in your intercourse, and belie your neighbour with yourselves.

      Thus saith the fool: “Association with men spoileth the character, especially when one hath none.”

      The one goeth to his neighbour because he seeketh himself, and the other because he would fain lose himself. Your bad love to yourselves maketh solitude a prison to you.

      The furthest ones are they who pay for your love to the near ones; and when there are but five of you together, a sixth must always die.

      I love not your festivals either: too many actors found I there, and even the spectators often behaved like actors.

      Not the neighbour do I teach you, but the friend. Let the friend be the festival of the earth to you, and a foretaste of the Superman.

      I teach you the friend and his overflowing heart. But one must know how to be a sponge, if one would be loved by overflowing hearts.

      I teach you the friend in whom the world standeth complete, a capsule of the good, – the creating friend, who hath always a complete world to bestow.

      And as the world unrolled itself for him, so rolleth it together again for him in rings, as the growth of good through evil, as the growth of purpose out of chance.

      Let the future and the furthest be the motive of thy to-day; in thy friend shalt thou love the Superman as thy motive.

      My brethren, I advise you not to neighbour-love – I advise you to furthest love! —

      Thus spake Zarathustra.

      XVII. THE WAY OF THE CREATING ONE

      Wouldst thou go into isolation, my brother? Wouldst thou seek the way unto thyself? Tarry yet a little and hearken unto me.

      “He who seeketh may easily get lost himself. All isolation is wrong”: so say the herd. And long didst thou belong to the herd.

      The voice of the herd will still echo in thee. And when thou sayest, “I have no longer a conscience in common with you,” then will it be a plaint and a pain.

      Lo, that pain itself did the same conscience produce; and the last gleam of that conscience still gloweth on thine affliction.

      But thou wouldst go the way of thine affliction, which is the way unto thyself? Then show me thine authority and thy strength to do so!

      Art thou a new strength and a new authority? A first motion? A self-rolling wheel? Canst thou also compel stars to revolve around thee?

      Alas! there is so much lusting for loftiness! There are so many convulsions of the ambitions! Show me that thou art not a lusting and ambitious one!

      Alas! there are so many great thoughts that do nothing more than the bellows: they inflate, and make emptier than ever.

      Free, dost thou call thyself? Thy ruling thought would I hear of, and not that thou hast escaped from a yoke.

      Art thou one ENTITLED to escape from a yoke? Many a one hath cast away his final worth when he hath cast away his servitude.

      Free from what? What doth that matter to Zarathustra! Clearly, however, shall thine eye show unto me: free FOR WHAT?

      Canst thou give unto thyself thy bad and thy good, and set up thy will as a law over thee? Canst thou be judge for thyself, and avenger of thy law?

      Terrible is aloneness with the judge and avenger of one’s own law. Thus is a star projected into desert space, and into the icy breath of aloneness.

      To-day sufferest thou still from the multitude, thou individual; to-day hast thou still thy courage unabated, and thy hopes.

      But one day will the solitude weary thee; one day will thy pride yield, and thy courage quail. Thou wilt one day cry: “I am alone!”

      One day wilt thou see no longer thy loftiness, and see too closely thy lowliness; thy sublimity itself will frighten thee as a phantom. Thou wilt one day cry: “All is false!”

      There are feelings which seek to slay the lonesome one; if they do not succeed, then must they themselves die! But art thou capable of it – to be a murderer?

      Hast thou ever known, my brother, the word “disdain”? And the anguish of thy justice in being just to those that disdain thee?

      Thou forcest many to think differently about thee; that, charge they heavily to thine account. Thou camest nigh unto them, and yet wentest past: for that they never forgive thee.

      Thou goest beyond them: but the higher thou risest, the smaller doth the eye of envy see thee. Most of all, however, is the flying one hated.

      “How could ye be just unto me!” – must thou say – “I choose your injustice as my allotted portion.”

      Injustice