But a home have I found nowhere: unsettled am I in all cities, and decamping at all gates.
Alien to me, and a mockery, are the present-day men, to whom of late my heart impelled me; and exiled am I from fatherlands and motherlands.
Thus do I love only my children's land, the undiscovered in the remotest sea: for it do I bid my sails search and search.
To my children will I make amends for being the child of my fathers: and to all the future- for this present-day!-
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
37. Immaculate Perception
WHEN yester-eve the moon arose, then did I fancy it about to bear a sun: so broad and teeming did it lie on the horizon.
But it was a liar with its pregnancy; and sooner will I believe in the man in the moon than in the woman.
To be sure, little of a man is he also, that timid night-reveller. With a bad conscience does he stalk over the roofs.
For he is covetous and jealous, the monk in the moon; covetous of the earth, and all the joys of lovers.
No, I like him not, that tom-cat on the roofs! Hateful to me are all that slink around half-closed windows!
Piously and silently does he stalk along on the star-carpets:- but I like no light-treading human feet, on which not even a spur jingles.
Every honest one's step speaks; the cat however, steals
