I/O THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, II
Yea, ye make me laugh at you, ye present ones ! And especially when ye are astonished at yourselves !
And woe unto me, if I could not laugh at your astonishment, and had to swallow whatever is loath- some in your dishes !
But as it is, I shall take you more lightly, since I have to bear heavy things. What matter, if beetles and flying worms alight on my burden !
Verily, it shall not thereby become heavier! And not from you, ye present ones, shall my great weari- ness spring.
Alas ! where shall I now ascend with my longing ? From all mountain-tops I look out for my fathers' and my mothers' lands.
But a home I found nowhere. Unresting I am in all towns and a departure at all gates.
Strange and a mockery unto me are the present ones unto whom my heart hath driven me of late. Banished am I from my fathers' and my mothers' lands.
Thus I love only my children's land, the undis- covered, in the remotest sea. For it I bid my sails seek and seek.
Unto my children shall I make amends for being the child of my fathers ; and unto all the future shall I make amends for this present ! "
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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