86 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, I
be thyself; thou waylayest thyself in caves and forests.
O lonely one, thou goest the way unto thyself! And thy way leadeth past thyself and thy seven devils !
As for thee thou wilt be a heretic, witch, fortune- teller, fool, sceptic, unholy one, villain.
Thou must be ready to burn thyself in thine own flame : how canst thou become new, if thou hast not first become ashes !
O lonely one, thou goest the way of the creator : thou wilt create for thyself a God out of thy seven devils !
O lonely one, thou goest the way of the loving one : loving thyself thou despisest thyself as only the loving do.
The loving one will create because he despiseth ! What knoweth he of love whose lot it hath not been to despise just what he loved !
My brother, go into thy solitude with thy love and thy creating ; and justice will not haltingly follow thee until long after.
My brother, go into thy solitude with my tears. I love him who willeth the creating of something beyond himself and thus perisheth."
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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