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Having attained the age of thirty Zarathustra left his home and the lake of his home and went into the mountains. There he rejoiced in his spirit and his loneliness and, for ten years, did not grow weary of it. But at last his heart turned, one morning he got up with the dawn, stepped into the presence of the Sun and thus spake unto him:
"Thou great star! What would be thy happiness, were it not for those for whom thou shinest.
For ten years thou hast come up here to my cave. Thou wouldst have got sick of thy light and thy journey but for me, mine eagle, and my serpent.
But we waited for thee every morning and, receiving from thee thine abundance, blessed thee for it.
Lo! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that hath collected too much honey; I need hands reaching out for it.
I would fain grant and distribute until the wise among men could once more enjoy their folly, and the poor once more their riches.
For that end I must descend to the depth : as thou dost at even, when, sinking behind the sea,
