I4O THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, II
That even in beauty there is fight . and inequality and war over power and superiority : he teacheth it unto us in the clearest parable.
How divinely here vaults and arches break each other in a struggle ! How with light and shadow they strive contrary unto each other, the divinely striving ones !
Let our enemies also be thus secure and beautiful, my friends ! Divinely we will strive contrary to each other !
Alas ! There the tarantula bit me, mine old enemy ! Divinely, securely, and beautifully it bit my finger !
'There must be punishment and justice' thus it thinketh. ' Not for nothing shall he sing here songs in honour of hostility ! '
Yea, it hath taken its revenge ! And alas, now it will with revenge even make my soul turn round !
But that I may not turn round, my friends, tie me fast unto this pillar ! I will rather be a stylite than a whirlpool of revengefulness !
Verily, no whirlwind or eddy-wind is Zarathustra; and if he be a dancer, he will never be a tarantula- dancer! "
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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