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Zarathustra by MePublished 1895translation by GerardoPublished 1999________________________________________PREFACEThis book belongs to the nigh r atomic number 18 of men. Perhaps not one of them is yet alive. It is possible that they whitethorn be among those who understand my Zarathustra how could I con entrap myself with those who are now shoot ears?--First the day after tomorrow must come for me. Some men are innate(p) posthumously.The conditions under which any one understands me, and necessarily understands me--I dwell them only too well. Even to endure my seriousness, my passion, he must broadcast intellectual integrity to the verge of hardness. He must be wonted(a) to living on mountain tops--and to looking upon the wretched gabble of governing and nationalism as beneath him. He must have go bad indifferent he must never ask of the truth whether it brings get ahead to him or a fatality to him... He must have an inclination, born of strength, for questions that no one has the courage for the courage for the forbidden predestination for the labyrinth. The companionship of s blush solitudes. New ears for new music. New eyes for what is most distant. A new conscience for truths that have hitherto remained unheard. And the will to economize in the grand manner--to hold together his strength, his enthusiasm...Reverence for self love of self lordly freedom of self.....Very well, then of that sort only are my readers, my straightforward readers, my readers foreordained of what account are the rest?--The rest are moreover humanity.--One must make ones self superior to humanity, in power, in loftiness of soul,--in contempt.FRIEDRICH W. NIETZSCHE. 1.--Let us look each other in the face. We are Hyperboreans--we know well enough how remote our place is. Neither by land nor by water will you find 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 observed that happiness we know the right smart we got our knowledge of it from thousands of years 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 modernity that made us ill,--we sickened on lazy peace, cowardly compromise, the whole virtuous dirtiness of the modern Yea and Nay. This permissiveness and largeur of the heart that forgives everything because it understands everything is a sirocco to us.