SALUTATION
come unto me merely as omens, that higher ones are on the way unto me.
Not the men of the great longing, of the great loathing, of the great satiety, and what you called the relic of God.
Nay ! Nay ! Three times Nay ! For others I wait here in these mounts, and will not lift my feet to depart without them.
I wait for higher ones, stronger ones, more victorious ones, more cheerful ones, such as are built square in body and soul. Laughing lions must come ! , O my friends and guests, ye strange ones! Heard ye nothing of my children ? And that they are on the way unto me ?
Speak, speak of my gardens, of my blissful islands, of my new beautiful kin. Why speak ye not of them unto me ?
This guest-gift I request from your love, that ye speak of my children. Therefore am I rich, therefore become I poor. What have I not given away ?
What would I not give away, in order to have one thing : these children, this living plantation, these trees of life of my will and of my highest hope ! "
Thus spake Zarathustra and suddenly stopped in his speech. For he was seized by his longing, and he closed his eyes and mouth against the movement of his heart. And all his guests were silent also and stood still and confounded. Only the old fortune-teller made signs with hands, and gestures.
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