ON THE BLISSFUL ISLANDS 117
Evil I call it and hostile unto human beings, all that teaching of the one thing, the full, the unmoved, the satisfied, the imperishable !
All that is imperishable is only a simile! And the poets lie too much.
But for a simile the best images shall speak of time and becoming ; a praise they shall be and a justification of all perishableness !
Creating that is the great salvation from suffering, and an alleviation of life. But for the existence of the creator pain and much transformation are necessary.
Yea, much bitter death must be in your life, ye creators ! Thus are ye advocates and justifiers of all perishableness.
In order to be the child that is newly born, the creator must also be the child-bearing woman and the pain of the child-bearing woman.
Verily, I have gone my way through an hundred souls and through an hundred cradles and birth-throes. Many times have I taken leave ; I know the heart- breaking last hours.
But thus willeth my creative will my doom. Or to put it more candidly : such a doom is just willed by my will.
All that feeleth within me suffereth and is in prison ; but my willing always approacheth me as my liberator and bringer of joy.
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