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31 - Thus Spake Zarathustra - Friedrich Nietzsche · Logic Library

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  Part two, Chapter thirty one. The night song tis night. Now do
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  all gushing fountains speak louder? And my soul also is a gushing fountain.
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  Tis night? Now only do all songs of the loving ones awake? And
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  my soul also is the song of a loving one. Something unappeased, unappeasable
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  is within me. It longeth to find expression. A craving for love is
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  within me, which speaketh itself the language of love. Light am I,
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  ah that I were night? But it is my lonesomeness to be begirt with
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  light? Ah, that I were dark and nightly? How would I suck
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  at the breasts of light and you yourselves? Would I bless ye twinkling starlets
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  and glow worms aloft, and would rejoice in the gifts of your light?
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  But I live in my own light. I drink again into myself the flames
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  that break forth from me. I know not the happiness of the receiver,
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  And oft have I dreamt that stealing must be more blessed than receiving. It
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  is my poverty that my hand never ceaseth bestowing. It is mine envy that
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  I see waiting eyes in the brightened nights of longing Oh the misery of all
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  the stowers, Oh the darkening of my son, Oh the craving to crave,
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  of the violent hunger and satiety they take from me. But do I
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  yet touch their soul? There is a gap TwixT giving and receiving, and
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  the smallest gap hath finally to be bridged over A hunger ariseth out of my
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  beauty. I should like to injure those I illumine. I should like to
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  rob those I have gifted. Thus do I hunger for wickedness? Withdrawing my
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  hand? What another hand already sad stretcheth out to it, hesitating like the
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  cascade, which hesitateth even in its leap. Thus do I hunger for wickedness?
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  Such revenge doth mine abundance? Think of such mischief welleth out of my
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  lonesomeness. My happiness in bestowing died in bestowing. My virtue became weary of
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  itself by its abundance. He whoever bestoweth is in danger of losing his shame
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  to him whoever dispenseth. The hand and heart become callous by very dispensing.
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  Mine eye no longer overfloweth for the shame of suppliance. My hand hath become
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  too hard for the trembling of filled hands. Whence have gone the tears of
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  mine eye and the down of my heart, Oh, the lonesomeness of all
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  bestowers, Oh, the silence of all shining ones. Many suns circle in
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  desert space to all that is dark, do they speak their light? But
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  to me they are silent. Oh, this is the hostility of light to
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  the shining one. Unpityingly doth it pursue its course? Unfair to the shining
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  one in its innermost heart? Cold to the suns? Thus traveleth every sun
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  like a storm. Do the suns pursue their courses? That is their traveling,
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  their inexorable will that they follow, That is their coldness. O Ye
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  only is it, ye dark nightly ones that extract warmth from the shining ones.
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  Oh, ye only drink milk and refreshment from the light's utters. Ah,
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  there is ice around me. My hand burneth with the iciness. Ah,
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  there is thirst in me. It panteth after your thirst. Tis night,
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  alas that I have to be light and thirst for the nightly and lonesomeness
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  Tis night. Now, doth my longing break forth in me as a fountain
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  for speech, do I long? Tis night? Now? Do all gushing
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  fountains speak louder? And my soul also is a gushing fountain. Tis night,
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  now, do all songs of loving ones awake? And my soul also
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  is the song of a loving one. Thus sang Zarathustra, end of chapter
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  thirty one.