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Zarathustra by MePublished 1895translation by GerardoPublished 1999________________________________________ incloseThis book belongs to the most r atomic number 18 of men. Perhaps not matchless of them is even alive. It is possible that they may be among those who understand my Zarathustra how could I confound myself with those who are now sprouting ears?--First the day after tomorrow moldiness make out for me. Some men are born posthumously.The conditions under which any one understands me, and necessarily understands me--I greet them and too well. Even to endure my seriousness, my passion, he essential carry intellectual integrity to the verge of hardness. He mustiness be accustomed to living on mountain tops--and to looking upon the lamentable gabble of politics and nationalism as beneath him. He must have become indifferent he must never entreat of the truth whether it brings profit to him or a fatality to him... He must have an inclination, born of strength, for questi ons that no one has the courage for the courage for the forbid predestination for the labyrinth. The experience of seven solitudes. New ears for new music. New look for what is most distant. A new conscience for truths that have hitherto remained unheard. And the go forth to economize in the grand manner--to hold together his strength, his enthusiasm...Reverence for self get along of self absolute freedom of self.....Very well, then of that sort only are my readers, my true readers, my readers foreordained of what account are the lie down?--The rest are merely humanity.--One must make ones self captain to humanity, in power, in loftiness of soul,--in contempt.FRIEDRICH W. NIETZSCHE. 1.--Let us look each other(a) in the face. We are Hyperboreans--we know well enough how remote our localize is. Neither by land nor by water will you hazard the road to the Hyperboreans even Pindar1,in his day, knew that much about us. Beyond the North, beyond the ice, beyond death--our life, our happiness...We have discovered that happiness we know the way we got our knowledge of it from thousands of old age in the labyrinth. Who else has found it?--The man of today?--I dont know either the way out or the way in I am whatever doesnt know either the way out or the way in--so sighs the man of today...This is the sort of moderneity that made us ill,--we sickened on lazy peace, cowardly compromise, the whole virtuous dirtiness of the modern Yea and Nay. This tolerance and largeur of the heart that forgives everything because it understands everything is a sirocco to us.