查拉图斯特拉如是说 英文版 Thus Spake Zarathustra
尼采 Friedrich Nietzsche
IV. The Despisers of the Body.
"Body am I, and soul"--so saith the child. And why should one not speaklike children?
But the awakened one, the knowing one, saith: "Body am I entirely, andnothing more; and soul is only the name of something in the body."
The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace,a flock and a shepherd.
An instrument of thy body is also thy little sagacity, my brother, whichthou callest "spirit"--a little instrument and plaything of thy bigsagacity.
"Ego," sayest thou, and art proud of that word. But the greater thing--inwhich thou art unwilling to believe--is thy body with its big sagacity; itsaith not "ego," but doeth it.
What the sense feeleth, what the spirit discerneth, hath never its end initself. But sense and spirit would fain persuade thee that they are theend of all things: so vain are they.
"A by-wayto my purpose. I am the leading.
Instruments and playthings are sense and spirit: behind them there isstill the Self. The Self seeketh with the eyes of the senses, ithearkeneth also with the ears of the spirit.
Ever hearkeneth the Self, and seeketh; it compareth, mastereth, conquereth,and destroyeth. It ruleth, and is also the ego's ruler.
Behind thy thoughts and feelings, my brother, there is a mighty lord, anunknown sage--it is called Self; it dwelleth in thy body, it is thy body.
There is more sagacity in thy body than in thy best wisdom. And who thenknoweth why thy body requireth just thy best wisdom?
Thy Self laugheth at thine ego, and its proud prancings. "What are theseprancings and flights of thought unto me?" it saith to itself. "A by-wayto my purpose. I am the leading-string of the ego, and the prompter of itsnotions."
The Self saith unto the ego: "Feel pain!" And thereupon it suffereth, andthinketh how it may put an end thereto--and for that very purpose it ISMEANT to think.
The Self saith unto the ego: "Feel pleasure!" Thereupon it rejoiceth, andthinketh how it may ofttimes rejoice--and for that very purpose it IS MEANTto think.
To the despisers of the body will I speak a word. That they despise iscaused by their esteem. What is it that created esteeming and despisingand worth and will?
The creating Self created for itself esteeming and despising, it createdfor itself joy and woe. The creating body created for itself spirit, as ahand to its will.
Even in your folly and despising ye each serve your Self, ye despisers ofthe body. I tell you, your very Self wanteth to die, and turneth away fromlife.
No longer can your Self do that which it desireth most:--create beyonditself. That is what it desireth most; that is all its fervour.
But it is now too late to do so:--so your Self wisheth to succumb, yedespisers of the body.
To succumb--so wisheth your Self; and therefore have ye become despisers ofthe body. For ye can no longer create beyond yourselves.
And therefore are ye now angry with life and with the earth. Andunconscious envy is in the sidelong look of your contempt.
I go not your way, ye despisers of the body! Ye are no bridges for me tothe Superman!--
Thus spake Zarathustra.