288 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, III
That man is a bridge and not a goal praising him- self as blessed because of his noon and evening, as a way unto new morning reds
The Zarathustra-word of the great noon, and what- ever else I hung up over man like second purple evening reds.
Verily, new stars also I made them see, and new nights ; and over clouds and day and night I spread out laughter like a many-coloured tent.
I taught them all my fancying and planning : to compose into one thing and carry together whatever is fragmentary in man and riddle and dismal chance
As a poet, solver of riddles and redeemer of chance, I taught them to work at the future and to redeem all that hath been by creating.
To redeem what is past in man and to transvalue every ' It was ' until will saith : ' Thus I willed ! Thus shall I will '
This I publicly called redemption, this alone I taught them to call redemption.
Now I wait for my redemption, that I may go unto them for the last time.
For once more will I go unto men. Among them will I perish, dying will I give them my richest gift !
I learned that from the sun when he goeth down, the over-rich one. Then he poureth gold into the sea, out of his unexhaustible wealth
So that the poorest fisherman even roweth with a
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