查拉图斯特拉如是说 英文版 Thus Spake Zarathustra
尼采 Friedrich Nietzsche
LIV. The Three Evil Things.
1.
In my dream, in my last morning-dream, I stood to-day on a promontory--beyond the world; I held a pair of scales, and WEIGHED the world.
Alas, that the rosy dawn came too early to me: she glowed me awake, thejealous one! Jealous is she always of the glows of my morning-dream.
Measurable by him who hath time, weighable by a good weigher, attainable bystrong pinions, divinable by divine nut-crackers: thus did my dream findthe world:--
My dream, a bold sailor, half-ship, half-hurricane, silent as thebutterfly, impatient as the falcon: how had it the patience and leisureto-day for world-weighing!
Did my wisdom perhaps speak secretly to it, my laughing, wide-awake day-wisdom, which mocketh at all "infinite worlds"? For it saith: "Whereforce is, there becometh NUMBER the master: it hath more force."
How confidently did my dream contemplate this finite world, not new-fangledly, not old-fangledly, not timidly, not entreatingly:--
--As if a big round apple presented itself to my hand, a ripe golden apple,with a coolly-soft, velvety skin:--thus did the world present itself untome:--
--As if a tree nodded unto me, a broad-branched, strong-willed tree, curvedas a recline and a foot-stool for weary travellers: thus did the worldstand on my promontory:--
--As if delicate hands carried a casket towards me--a casket open for thedelectation of modest adoring eyes: thus did the world present itselfbefore me to-day:--
--Not riddle enough to scare human love from it, not solution enough to putto sleep human wisdom:--a humanly good thing was the world to me to-day, ofwhich such bad things are said!
How I thank my morning-dream that I thus at to-day's dawn, weighed theworld! As a humanly good thing did it come unto me, this dream and heart-comforter!
And that I may do the like by day, and imitate and copy its best, now willI put the three worst things on the scales, and weigh them humanly well.--
He who taught to bless taught also to curse: what are the three bestcursed things in the world? These will I put on the scales.
VOLUPTUOUSNESS, PASSION FOR POWER, and SELFISHNESS: these three thingshave hitherto been best cursed, and have been in worst and falsest repute--these three things will I weigh humanly well.
Well! Here is my promontory, and there is the sea--IT rolleth hither untome, shaggily and fawningly, the old, faithful, hundred-headed dog-monsterthat I love!--
Well! Here will I hold the scales over the weltering sea: and also awitness do I choose to look on--thee, the anchorite-tree, thee, the strong-odoured, broad-arched tree that I love!--
On what bridge goeth the now to the hereafter? By what constraint doth thehigh stoop to the low? And what enjoineth even the highest still--to growupwards?--
Now stand the scales poised and at rest: three heavy questions have Ithrown in; three heavy answers carrieth the other scale.
doggish, and pious, .
2.
Voluptuousness: unto all hair-shirted despisers of the body, a sting andstake; and, cursed as "the world," by all backworldsmen: for it mockethand befooleth all erring, misinferring teachers.
Voluptuousness: to the rabble, the slow fire at which it is burnt; to allwormy wood, to all stinking rags, the prepared heat and stew furnace.
Voluptuousness: to free hearts, a thing innocent and free, the garden-happiness of the earth, all the future's thanks-overflow to the present.
Voluptuousness: only to the withered a sweet poison; to the lion-willed,however, the great cordial, and the reverently saved wine of wines.
Voluptuousness: the great symbolic happiness of a higher happiness andhighest hope. For to many is marriage promised, and more than marriage,--
--To many that are more unknown to each other than man and woman:--and whohath fully understood HOW UNKNOWN to each other are man and woman!
Voluptuousness:--but I will have hedges around my thoughts, and even aroundmy words, lest swine and libertine should break into my gardens!--
Passion for power: the glowing scourge of the hardest of the heart-hard;the cruel torture reserved for the cruellest themselves; the gloomy flameof living pyres.
Passion for power: the wicked gadfly which is mounted on the vainestpeoples; the scorner of all uncertain virtue; which rideth on every horseand on every pride.
Passion for power: the earthquake which breaketh and upbreaketh all thatis rotten and hollow; the rolling, rumbling, punitive demolisher of whitedsepulchres; the flashing interrogative-sign beside premature answers.
Passion for power: before whose glance man creepeth and croucheth anddrudgeth, and becometh lower than the serpent and the swine:--until at lastgreat contempt crieth out of him--,
Passion for power: the terrible teacher of great contempt, which preachethto their face to cities and empires: "Away with thee!"--until a voicecrieth out of themselves: "Away with ME!"
Passion for power: which, however, mounteth alluringly even to the pureand lonesome, and up to self-satisfied elevations, glowing like a love thatpainteth purple felicities alluringly on earthly heavens.
Passion for power: but who would call it PASSION, when the height longethto stoop for power! Verily, nothing sick or diseased is there in suchlonging and descending!
That the lonesome height may not for ever remain lonesome and self-sufficing; that the mountains may come to the valleys and the winds of theheights to the plains:--
Oh, who could find the right prenomen and honouring name for such longing!"Bestowing virtue"--thus did Zarathustra once name the unnamable.
And then it happened also,--and verily, it happened for the first time!--that his word blessed SELFISHNESS, the wholesome, healthy selfishness, thatspringeth from the powerful soul:--
--From the powerful soul, to which the high body appertaineth, thehandsome, triumphing, refreshing body, around which everything becometh amirror:
--The pliant, persuasive body, the dancer, whose symbol and epitome is theself-enjoying soul. Of such bodies and souls the self-enjoyment callethitself "virtue."
With its words of good and bad doth such self-enjoyment shelter itself aswith sacred groves; with the names of its happiness doth it banish fromitself everything contemptible.
Away from itself doth it banish everything cowardly; it saith: "Bad--THATIS cowardly!" Contemptible seem to it the ever-solicitous, the sighing,the complaining, and whoever pick up the most trifling advantage.
It despiseth also all bitter-sweet wisdom: for verily, there is alsowisdom that bloometh in the dark, a night-shade wisdom, which ever sigheth:"All is vain!"
Shy distrust is regarded by it as base, and every one who wanteth oathsinstead of looks and hands: also all over-distrustful wisdom,--for such isthe mode of cowardly souls.
Baser still it regardeth the obsequious, doggish one, who immediately liethon his back, the submissive one; and there is also wisdom that issubmissive, and doggish, and pious, and obsequious.
Hateful to it altogether, and a loathing, is he who will never defendhimself, he who swalloweth down poisonous spittle and bad looks, the all-too-patient one, the all-endurer, the all-satisfied one: for that is themode of slaves.
Whether they be servile before Gods and divine spurnings, or before men andstupid human opinions: at ALL kinds of slaves doth it spit, this blessedselfishness!
Bad: thus doth it call all that is spirit-broken, and sordidly-servile--constrained, blinking eyes, depressed hearts, and the false submissivestyle, which kisseth with broad cowardly lips.
And spurious wisdom: so doth it call all the wit that slaves, and hoary-headed and weary ones affect; and especially all the cunning, spurious-witted, curious-witted foolishness of priests!
The spurious wise, however, all the priests, the world-weary, and thosewhose souls are of feminine and servile nature--oh, how hath their game allalong abused selfishness!
And precisely THAT was to be virtue and was to be called virtue--to abuseselfishness! And "selfless"--so did they wish themselves with good reason,all those world-weary cowards and cross-spiders!
But to all those cometh now the day, the change, the sword of judgment, THEGREAT NOONTIDE: then shall many things be revealed!
hath time, weighable by a good weigher, attainable?
And he who proclaimeth the EGO wholesome and holy, and selfishness blessed,verily, he, the prognosticator, speaketh also what he knoweth: "BEHOLD, ITCOMETH, IT IS NIGH, THE GREAT NOONTIDE!"
Thus spake Zarathustra.