you are not hot enough for that! Thus are you unaware, also, of the delight of its coldness.
In all respects, however, you make too familiar with the spirit; and out of wisdom have you often made an alms-house and a hospital for bad poets.
You are not eagles: thus have you never experienced the happiness of the alarm of the spirit. And he who is not a bird should not camp above abysses.
You seem to me lukewarm ones: but coldly flows all deep knowledge. Ice-cold are the innermost wells of the spirit: a refreshment to hot hands and handlers.
Respectable do you there stand, and stiff, and with straight backs, you famous wise ones!- no strong wind or will impels you.
Have you ne'er seen a sail crossing the sea, rounded and inflated, and trembling with the violence of the wind?
Like the sail trembling with the violence of the spirit, does my wisdom cross the sea- my wild wisdom!
But you servants of the people, you famous wise ones- how could you go with me!-
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
31. The Night Song
'TIS night: now do all gushing fountains speak louder. And my soul also is a gushing fountain.
'Tis night: now only do all songs of the loving ones awake. And my soul also is the song of a loving one.
Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me; it
