4IO THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, IV
the ill-constituted one, rejoiceth ; at sight of thee even the restless one becometh sure and healeth his heart.
And, verily, unto thy mount and thy tree this day many eyes direct themselves ; a great longing hath arisen, and many folk learned to ask : ' Who is Zara- thustra ? '
And they into whose ear thou hast ever dropped thy song and thy honey, all the hidden, the hermits, and hermits in pairs, spake all at once unto their hearts thus :
' Liveth Zarathustra still ? It is no longer worth while to live. Everything is equal, everything is in vain. If that is to be not so, we must live with Zarathustra !
Why cometh not he who hath announced himself so long ? ' thus many ask. ' Did loneliness devour him ? Or peradventure we meant to come unto him ? '
Now it cometh to pass that loneliness itself waxeth mellow and breaketh like a grave, which breaketh and can no longer keep its dead. Everywhere one seeth risen ones.
Now rise and rise the waves around thy mount, O Zarathustra ! And however high be thy height, many must ascend unto thee. Thy boat shall not long sit on the dry ground!
And that we despairers have now come into thy cave, and already despair no more it is merely a sign and omen that better ones are on the way unto thee.
For itself is on the way unto thee, the last relic
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