3l6 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, III
Unto each soul belongeth a different world; for each soul, every other soul is a back-world.
Between things most like unto each other, semblance telleth the most beautiful lies. For the smallest gap is the most difficult to bridge over.
For me how could there be an out-of-me ? There is no outside ! But we forget that when hearing any tunes. How lovely it is that we forget !
Are things not given names and tunes, in order that man may find recreation in things ? Speech is a beautiful folly. Thereby man danceth over all things.
How lovely is all speech and all lying of tunes ! With tunes our love danceth on many-coloured rain- bows."
"O Zarathustra," then said the animals, "unto such as think like us, all things themselves dance. They come and shake hands and laugh and flee and return.
Everything goeth, everything returneth. For ever rolleth the wheel of existence. Everything dieth, everything blossometh again. For ever runneth the year of existence.
Everything breaketh, everything is joined anew. For ever the same house of existence buildeth itself. All things separate, all things greet each other again. For ever faithful unto itself, the ring of existence remaineth.
At every moment existence beginneth. Round
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