114 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, II
The spear which I throw at mine enemies ! How grateful am I unto mine enemies that at last I may throw it!
Too heavily charged was my cloud : between the laughters of lightnings I will throw hail-showers into the depths.
Powerfully my breast will heave, powerfully it will blow its stormblast over the mountains: thus it will relieve itself.
Verily, like a storm my happiness and my freedom come. But mine enemies shall believe that the evil one rageth over their heads.
Yea, ye also will be terrified by my wild wisdom, my friends, and perhaps ye will flee away along with mine enemies.
Oh ! that I were able to tempt you back with a herdsman's flute ! Oh ! that the lioness of my wis- dom would learn how to growl lovingly ! How many things we have already learnt together.
My wild wisdom became pregnant on lonely moun- tains; upon rugged stones she bore her young, her youngest.
Now she runneth strangely through the hard desert and seeketh, and ever seeketh for soft grass, mine old, wild wisdom.
She would fain bed her dearest on the soft grass of your hearts, on your love, my friends ! "
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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