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Thus Spake Zarathustra - Penn State University

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<strong>Thus</strong> <strong>Spake</strong> <strong>Zarathustra</strong>thine over-abundance itself now stretcheth out longing —Thou wilt have to sing with passionate song, untilhands!all seas turn calm to hearken unto thy longing,—Thy fulness looketh forth over raging seas, and seeketh —Until over calm longing seas the bark glideth, theand waiteth: the longing of over-fulness looketh forth golden marvel, around the gold of which all good, bad,from the smiling heaven of thine eyes!and marvellous things frisk:—And verily, O my soul! Who could see thy smiling and —Also many large and small animals, and everythingnot melt into tears? The angels themselves melt into that hath light marvellous feet, so that it can run ontears through the over-graciousness of thy smiling. violet-blue paths,—Thy graciousness and over-graciousness, is it which will —Towards the golden marvel, the spontaneous bark,not complain and weep: and yet, O my soul, longeth thy and its master: he, however, is the vintager who waitethsmiling for tears, and thy trembling mouth for sobs. with the diamond vintage-knife,—“Is not all weeping complaining? And all complaining, —Thy great deliverer, O my soul, the nameless one—accusing?” <strong>Thus</strong> speakest thou to thyself; and therefore, for whom future songs only will find names! And verily,O my soul, wilt thou rather smile than pour forth thy already hath thy breath the fragrance of future songs,—grief——Already glowest thou and dreamest, already drinkest—Than in gushing tears pour forth all thy grief concerningthy fulness, and concerning the craving of the already reposeth thy melancholy in the bliss of futurethou thirstily at all deep echoing wells of consolation,vine for the vintager and vintage-knife!songs!—But wilt thou not weep, wilt thou not weep forth thy O my soul, now have I given thee all, and even my lastpurple melancholy, then wilt thou have to sing, O my possession, and all my hands have become empty bysoul!—Behold, I smile myself, who foretell thee this: thee:—that I bade thee sing, behold, that was my last206

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