OF BACK- WORLDS-MEN
" Once Zarathustra threw his spell beyond man, like all back-worlds-men. Then the world seemed to me the work of a suffering and tortured God.
A dream then the world appeared to me, and a God's fiction ; coloured smoke before the eyes of a godlike discontented one.
Good and evil, and pleasure and pain, and I and thou coloured smoke it appeared to me before cre- ative eyes. When the creator wished to look away from himself he created the world.
For the sufferer it is an intoxicating joy to look away from his suffering and lose himself. An intox- icating joy and a losing of one's self the world once appeared to me.
This world, the ever imperfect, an image and an imperfect image of an eternal contradiction an in- toxicating joy to its imperfect creator: thus this world once appeared to me.
Thus I threw my spell beyond man, like all back- worlds-men. Truly beyond man ?
Alas ! brethren, that God whom I created was man's work and man's madness, like all Gods ! D 33
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