查拉图斯特拉如是说 英文版 Thus Spake Zarathustra
尼采 Friedrich Nietzsche
XX. Child and Marriage.
I have a question for thee alone, my brother: like a sounding-lead, cast Ithis question into thy soul, that I may know its depth.
Thou art young, and desirest child and marriage. But I ask thee: Art thoua man ENTITLED to desire a child?
Art thou the victorious one, the self-conqueror, the ruler of thy passions,the master of thy virtues? Thus do I ask thee.
Or doth the animal speak in thy wish, and necessity? Or isolation? Ordiscord in thee?
I would have thy victory and freedom long for a child. Living monumentsshalt thou build to thy victory and emancipation.
Beyond thyself shalt thou build. But first of all must thou be builtthyself, rectangular in body and soul.
Not only onward shalt thou propagate thyself, but upward! For that purposemay the garden of marriage help thee!
A higher body shalt thou create, a first movement, a spontaneously rollingwheel--a creating one shalt thou create.
Marriage: so call I the will of the twain to create the one that is morethan those who created it. The reverence for one another, as thoseexercising such a will, call I marriage.
Let this be the significance and the truth of thy marriage. But that whichthe many-too-many call marriage, those superfluous ones--ah, what shall Icall it?
Ah, the poverty of soul in the twain! Ah, the filth of soul in the twain!Ah, the pitiable self-complacency in the twain!
Marriage they call it all; and they say their marriages are made in heaven.
all; and they?
Well, I do not like it, that heaven of the superfluous! No, I do not likethem, those animals tangled in the heavenly toils!
Far from me also be the God who limpeth thither to bless what he hath notmatched!
Laugh not at such marriages! What child hath not had reason to weep overits parents?
Worthy did this man seem, and ripe for the meaning of the earth: but whenI saw his wife, the earth seemed to me a home for madcaps.
Yea, I would that the earth shook with convulsions when a saint and a goosemate with one another.
This one went forth in quest of truth as a hero, and at last got forhimself a small decked-up lie: his marriage he calleth it.
That one was reserved in intercourse and chose choicely. But one time hespoilt his company for all time: his marriage he calleth it.
Another sought a handmaid with the virtues of an angel. But all at once hebecame the handmaid of a woman, and now would he need also to become anangel.
Careful, have I found all buyers, and all of them have astute eyes. Buteven the astutest of them buyeth his wife in a sack.
Many short follies--that is called love by you. And your marriage puttethan end to many short follies, with one long stupidity.
Your love to woman, and woman's love to man--ah, would that it weresympathy for suffering and veiled deities! But generally two animalsalight on one another.
But even your best love is only an enraptured simile and a painful ardour.It is a torch to light you to loftier paths.
Beyond yourselves shall ye love some day! Then LEARN first of all to love.And on that account ye had to drink the bitter cup of your love.
Bitterness is in the cup even of the best love: thus doth it cause longingfor the Superman; thus doth it cause thirst in thee, the creating one!
Thirst in the creating one, arrow and longing for the Superman: tell me,my brother, is this thy will to marriage?
Holy call I such a will, and such a marriage.--
Thus spake Zarathustra.