ON THE BLISSFUL ISLANDS
"The figs fall from the trees, they are good and sweet; and while falling their red skin bursteth. A north wind I am unto ripe figs.
Thus, my friends, those precepts fall unto your share like figs: now drink their juice and their sweet meat ! Autumn it is round about and clear sky and afternoon.
Behold what plenty is around us! And it is beautiful to gaze on remote seas from the midst of plenty.
Once folk said 'God' when they gazed on remote seas, now I have taught you to say: ' Beyond-man.'
God is a supposition ; but I would have your sup- posing reach no further than your creative will.
Could ye create a God ? Then be silent concern- ing all Gods ! But ye could very well create beyond- man.
Not yourselves perhaps, my brethren ! But ye could create yourselves into fathers and fore-fathers of beyond-man : and let this be your best creating !
God is a supposition ; but I would have your sup- posing limited by conceivableness.
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