IO THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, I
and who can perish even on account of a small affair; for he gladly crosseth the bridge.
I love him whose soul is over-full so that he for- getteth himself and all things are within him : thus all things become his destruction.
I love him who is of a free spirit and of a free heart : thus his head is merely the intestine of his heart, but his heart driveth him to destruction.
I love all those who are like heavy drops falling one by one from the dark cloud lowering over men : they announce the coming of the lightning and perish in the announcing.
Behold, I am an announcer of the lightning and a heavy drop from the clouds : that lightning's name is beyond-man"
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Having spoken these words Zarathustra again looked at the folk and was silent. "There they are stand- ing," he said unto his heart, "there they are laugh- ing : they do not understand me, I am not the mouth for these ears.
Must they needs have their ears beaten to pieces before they will learn to hear with their eyes ? Must one rattle like a kettledrum and a fast-day-preacher ? Or do they only believe stammerers ?
They have got something to be proud of. How name they what maketh them proud ? Education
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