there always glanceth the executioner and his cold steel.
Tell me: where find we justice, which is love with seeing eyes?
Devise me, then, the love which not only beareth all punishment, but also all guilt!
Devise me, then, the justice which acquiteth every one, except the judges!
And would ye hear this likewise? To him who seeketh to be just from the heart, even the lie becometh philanthropy.
But how could I be just from the heart! How can I give every one his own! Let this be enough for me: I give unto every own mine own.
Finally, my brethen, guard against doing wrong to any anchorite. How could a anchorite forget! How could he requite!
Like a deep well is a anchorite. Easy it is to throw in a stone: if it sinks to the bottom, however, tell me, who will bring it out again?
Guard against injuring the anchorite! If you have done so however, well then kill him also!—
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
20. Child and Marriage
I have a question for thee alone, my brother: like a sounding-lead, cast I this question into thy soul, that I may know its depth.
Thou art young, and desirest child and marriage. But I ask thee: Art thou a man entitled to desire a child?
