must first learn standing and walking and running and climbing and dancing:- one does not fly into flying!
With rope-ladders learned I to reach many a window, with nimble legs did I climb high masts: to sit on high masts of perception seemed to me no small bliss;-
-To flicker like small flames on high masts: a small light, certainly, but a great comfort to cast-away sailors and ship-wrecked ones!
By divers ways and wendings did I arrive at my truth; not by one ladder did I mount to the height where my eye roves into my remoteness.
And unwillingly only did I ask my way- that was always counter to my taste! Rather did I question and test the ways themselves.
A testing and a questioning has been all my travelling:- and verily, one must also learn to answer such questioning! That, however,- is my taste:
-Neither a good nor a bad taste, but my taste, of which I have no longer either shame or secrecy.
"This- is now my way,- where is yours?" Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way." For the way- it does not exist!
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
