would rule and love which would obey, created for themselves such tables.
Older is the pleasure in the herd than pleasure in the ego: and as long as the good conscience is for the herd, the bad conscience only saith: "ego".
The crafty ego, the loveless one, that seeks its advantage in the advantage of many—it is not the origin of the herd, but its downfall.
It was always loving ones and creators that created good and bad. Fire of love gloweth in the names of all the virtues, and fire of wrath.
Many lands saw Zarathustra, and many peoples: no greater power did Zarathustra find on earth than the creations of the loving ones—"good" and "bad" are their names.
Verily, a prodigy is this power of praising and blaming. Tell me, ye brethren, who will master it for me? Who will put a fetter upon the thousand necks of this animal?
A thousand goals have there been hitherto, for a thousand peoples have there been. Only the fetter for the thousand necks is still lacking; there is lacking the one goal. As yet humanity has not a goal.
But pray tell me, my brethren, if the goal of humanity be still lacking, is there not still lacking—humanity itself?—
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
