43O THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, IV
he who hath light feet, runneth even over mud, and danceth as on well-swept ice.
Raise your hearts, my brethren, high, higher ! And forget not your legs ! Raise also your legs, ye good dancers ! Moreover it is better still, if ye stand on your heads !
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This crown of the laugher, the crown of rose-wreaths I myself have put this crown on my head ; I myself have proclaimed my laughter holy. No other one I found to-day strong enough for that.
Zarathustra, the dancer, Zarathustra, the light one who waveth with his wings, a preparer of flight, waving unto all birds, prepared and ready, a blissful-frivolous one ;
Zarathustra, the fortune-teller, Zarathustra, the true laugher, not impatient, not unconditioned ; one who loveth leaps and leaps aside I myself have put this crown on my head !
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Raise your hearts, my brethren, high ! higher ! And forget not your legs ! Raise also your legs, ye good dancers. Moreover it is better still, if ye stand on your heads !
There are heavy animals in happiness, as in other things. There are club-feet from the beginning.
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