silentpoet
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 1, 2001
- Messages
- 207
When Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his homeland and the lake of his homeland and went up into the mountains. Here he enjoyed his intelligence and his solitude and did not weary of them for ten years. Finally, however, his heart was changed- and one morning he arose with the dawn, stepped before the sun and addressed it thus:
"You mighty star! What happiness would be yours if you did not have those for whom you shine? For ten years you have been coming up here to my cave: you would have been sated with your light and this path if it were not for me, my eagle and my serpent.
"But we awaited you each morning, took your overabundance from you and blessed you for it.
"Behold! I am tired of my wisdom, like a bee that has gathered to much honey; I have need of outstretched hands.
"I want to give and distribute gifts until the wise ones among mankind have once again grown happy in their folly, and the poor in their wealth.
"For the purpose I must descend into the deep: as you do in the evening when you go beneath the sea and bring light to the underworld, you abounding star!
"I must, like you, be submerged, or 'perish', as those men say to whom I wish to descend. So bless me, you calm eye, who can look upon even far too great good fortune without envy.
"Bless the goblet that wants to run over, so that the water flows from it in a golden stream and bears the reflection of your rapture everywhere!
"Behold! This goblet wants to become empty again, and Zarathustra wants to become a human being again."
---Thus began Zarathustra's descent.
"You mighty star! What happiness would be yours if you did not have those for whom you shine? For ten years you have been coming up here to my cave: you would have been sated with your light and this path if it were not for me, my eagle and my serpent.
"But we awaited you each morning, took your overabundance from you and blessed you for it.
"Behold! I am tired of my wisdom, like a bee that has gathered to much honey; I have need of outstretched hands.
"I want to give and distribute gifts until the wise ones among mankind have once again grown happy in their folly, and the poor in their wealth.
"For the purpose I must descend into the deep: as you do in the evening when you go beneath the sea and bring light to the underworld, you abounding star!
"I must, like you, be submerged, or 'perish', as those men say to whom I wish to descend. So bless me, you calm eye, who can look upon even far too great good fortune without envy.
"Bless the goblet that wants to run over, so that the water flows from it in a golden stream and bears the reflection of your rapture everywhere!
"Behold! This goblet wants to become empty again, and Zarathustra wants to become a human being again."
---Thus began Zarathustra's descent.
