A Book for All and None
Listen! Listen! How it moans with evil memories – or evil forebodings?
Yes, I am sad along with you, you dark monster, and for your sake annoyed even with myself.
Oh that my hand does not possess sufficient strength! Gladly indeed would I redeem you from evil dreams! –
And as Zarathustra spoke thus he laughed at himself with melancholy and bitterness. “What, Zarathustra!” he said. “Do you want to sing comfort even to the sea?
Oh you loving fool Zarathustra, you who are over-blessed with trust! But you have always been so; always you came trustingly to all that is terrible.
You wanted to caress every monster. A hint of warm breath, a bit of soft shag on the paw – and already you were prepared to love it and lure it.
Love is the danger of the loneliest one, love of everything if only it lives! Laughable indeed are my folly and my modesty in love!” –
Thus spoke Zarathustra and he laughed once again. But then he remembered the friends he left behind – and as if he had violated them with his thoughts, he became angry for his thoughts. And suddenly the laughing one began to weep – for wrath and longing Zarathustra wept bitterly.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for All and None
