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45 - Thus Spake Zarathustra - Friedrich Nietzsche · Logic Library

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  Third part, Ye look aloft when he longed for exaltation, and I look
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  downward because I am exalted. Who among you can at the same time laugh
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  and be exalted? He who climbeth on the highest mountains laugheth at all the
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  tragic plays and tragic realities. Zarathustra Part one, reading and writing Chapter forty
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  five, The Wanderer. Then, when it was about midnight, Zarathustra went
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  on his way over the ridge of the isle, that he might arrive early
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  in the morning at the other coast, because there he meant to embark,
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  for there was a good roadstead there in which foreign ships also liked to anchor.
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  Those ships took many people with them who wished to cross over from the
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  Happy isles. So when Zara Sistra thus ascended the mountain, he thought on
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  the way of his many solitary wanderings from youth onwards, and how many mountains
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  and ridges and summits he had already climbed. I am a wanderer and mountain
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  climber, said he to his heart. I love not the plains, and
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  it seemeth I cannot long sit still, and whatever may still overtake me as
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  fate and experience. A wandering will be therein, and a mountain climbing.
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  In the end, one experienceth only oneself. The time is now passed when
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  accidents could befall me, And what could now fall to my lot which would
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  not already be mine own it? If returneth only it cometh here to me
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  at last, mine own self, and such of it as has been long
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  abroad and scattered among things and accidents. And one thing more? Do I
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  know? I stand now before my last summit, and before that which hath
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  been longest reserved for me. Ah, my hardest pass must I ascend.
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  Ah, I have begun my lonesomest wandering. He, however, who is
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  of my nature, dost not avoid such an hour, the hour that saith
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  unto him. Now only dost thou go the way to thy greatness. Summit
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  and abyss, these are now comprised together. Thou goest the way to thy
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  greatness. Now hath it become thy last refuge? What was hitherto thy last
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  danger? Thou goest the way to thy greatness. It must now be thy
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  best courage, that there is no longer any path behind thee. Thou goest
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  the way to thy greatness. Here shall no one steal after thee. Thy
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  foot it self has effaced the pass behind thee, and ever it standeth threaten
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  impossibility. And if all ladders henceforth fail thee, then thou must learn to
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  mount upon thine own head. How couldst thou mount upward otherwise upon thine own
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  head and beyond thine own heart. Now must the gentlest in thee become the
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  hardest. He who hath always much indulged himself sickness. At last, by
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  his much indulgence praises on what maketh hardy. I do not praise the land
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  where butter and honey flow. To learn to look away from oneself is necessary
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  in order to see many things. This hardness is needed by every mountain climber.
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  He, however, who is obtrusive with his eyes as a dis how
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  can he ever see more of anything than its foreground. But thou, o
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  Zarathustra, wouldst view the ground of everything and its background. Thus must thou
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  mount even above thyself, up upwards, until thou hast even thy stars under
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  thee yea to look down upon myself and even upon my stars. That only
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  would I call my summit. That hath remained for me as my last summit.
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  Thus spake Zarathustra to himself, while ascending, comforting his heart with harsh
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  maxims, for he was sore at heart as he had never been before.
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  And when he had reached the top of the mountain ridge, behold there lay
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  the other seas spread out before him, and he stood still and was long
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  silent. The night, however, was cold at this height, and clear
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  and starry. I recognize my destiny, said he at last, sadly.
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  Well, I am ready now hath my last lonesomeness begun. Ah, this
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  somber, sad sea below me. Ah, this somber nocturnal vexation. Ah,
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  fate and sea to you? Must I now go down before my highest
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  mountain do I stand? And before my longest wandering Therefore must I go deeper
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  down than I ever ascend, It, deeper down into pain than I ever
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  ascended, even into its darkest flood. So willeth my fate. Well,
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  I am ready whence came the highest mountains, So did I once ask?
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  Then did I learn that there came out of the sea. That testimony is
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  inscribed on their stones and on the walls of their summits. Out of the
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  deepest, must the highest come to its height. Thus spake Zarathustra on the
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  ridge of the mountain, where it was cold. When, however, he
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  came into the vicinity of the sea, and at last stood alone amongst the
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  cliffs, then he had become weary on his way, and eagerer than ever
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  before. Everything as yet sleepeth, said he. Even the sea sleepeth drowsily
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  and strangely doth its eye gaze upon me? But it breatheth warmly. I
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  feel it, and I feel also that it dreameth. It tosseth about dreamily
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  on hard pillows, hark heark, how it groanneth with evil recollections or evil
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  expectations. Ah, I am sad along with thee, thou dusky monster,
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  and angry with myself even for thy sake. Ah, that my hand hath
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  not strength enough. Gladly indeed would I free thee from evil dreams. And
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  while Zarathustra thus spake, he laughed at himself with melancholy and bitterness. What
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  Zarathustra said, he wouldst thou even sing consolation to the sea. Ah,
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  thou amiable fool. Zarathustra, thou too blindly confiding one. But thus hast
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  thou ever been, Ever hast thou approached confidently all that is terrible? Every
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  monster wouldst thou caress a whiff of warm breath, a little soft tuft on
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  its poor, and immediately wert thou ready to love and lure it. Love
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  is the danger of the lonesomest one, love to anything, if it only
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  live laughable. Verily is my folly and my modesty in love. Thus spake
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  Zarathustra, and laughed thereby a second time. Then, however, he thought
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  of his abandoned friends, and as if he had done them wrong with his
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  thoughts, he upbraided himself because of his thoughts, and forthwith it came to
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  pass that the laughter wept with anger and longing wept Zarathustra bitterly. End of
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  Chapter forty five