THE HONEY-OFFERING 345
'Listen, otherwise I shall whip you with the scourge of God!'
Not that I waxed angry with such wrathful ones. As an occasion of laughter, they are good enough unto me ! Impatient they must be, the big noise- drums, who find language to-day or never !
But I and my fate, we speak not unto To-day. Nor do we speak unto Never. For speaking we have patience and time and too-much-time. For one day it must come and will not be allowed to pass
by.
Who must come one day and will not be allowed to pass by? Our great Hazar, i.e., our great far-off kingdom of man, the Zarathustra-kingdom of a thou- sand years.
How far may that 'far' be? What doth it concern me ? But on that account it is no less sure unto me. With both feet I stand safely on that ground
On an eternal ground, on hard primary rock, on these highest, hardest primitive mountains, unto which, as unto a point of separation for thunder-clouds, the winds come asking : Where ? and Whence ? and Whither?
Here laugh, laugh, O my bright, unscathed wicked- ness ! Down from high mountains throw thy glitter- ing mocking laughter ! Bait for me with thy glitter- ing the finest human fish !
And whatever belongeth unto me in all seas, my
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