OF THE RABBLE , 135
Just cast your pure eyes into the well of my lust, ye friends ! How could it become muddy therefrom ! Laughing with its purity it shall receive you.
On the tree of the future we build our nest. Eagles are to bring food with their beaks unto us lonely ones !
Verily, no food, in the eating of which impure ones would be allowed to share ! They would fancy they ate fire and burned their mouths with it.
Verily, here we have no homes ready for impure ones. Unto their bodies our happiness would mean a cave of ice, and unto their minds as well !
And like strong winds we will live above them, companions of eagles, companions of the snow, com- panions of the sun ; thus live strong winds.
And like a wind I shall one day blow amidst them and take away their breath with my spirit ; thus my future willeth it.
Verily, a strong wind is Zarathustra for all low lands ; and his enemies and everything that spitteth and bespattereth he counselleth with such advice: ' Take care to spit against the wind ! ' '
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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