3OO THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, III
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There standeth the boat. Over there perhaps is the way into great nothingness. But who will step into this ' perhaps ' ?
No one of you will step into the boat of death ! How then can ye be weary of the world!
Weary of the world ! And ye did not even part with earth ! Longing I found you still for earth, fallen in love with your own weariness of earth !
Not in vain your lip hangeth down. A small earthly desire still sitteth on it ! And in the eye doth there not swim a little cloud of unforgotten earthly delight ?
There are on earth many good inventions, some useful, some agreeable. For their sake earth is to be loved.
And all kinds of things so well invented are there, that they are like a woman's breast, alike useful and pleasing.
But ye weary ones of the world ! Ye lazy ones of earth ! Ye should be lashed with whips ! With whip lashes your legs should be made brisk again.
For if ye are not sick and worn out wretches of whom earth is weary, ye are sly tardigrades or dainty-mouthed, hidden lust-cats. And if ye wish not to run again gaily, ye shall pass away !
Unto the incurable, one shall not go to be physi-
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