matter about yourself, Zarathustra! Speak your word, and perish!"
And I answered: "Ah, is it my word? Who am I? I await the worthier one; I am not worthy even to perish by it."
Then was there again spoken to me without voice: "What matter about yourself? you are not yet humble enough for me. Humility has the hardest skin."-
And I answered: "What has not the skin of my humility endured! At the foot of my height do I dwell: how high are my summits, no one has yet told me. But well do I know my valleys."
Then was there again spoken to me without voice: "O Zarathustra, he who has to remove mountains removes also valleys and plains."-
And I answered: "As yet has my word not removed mountains, and what I have spoken has not reached man. I went, indeed, to men, but not yet have I attained to them."
Then was there again spoken to me without voice: "What know you thereof! The dew falls on the grass when the night is most silent."-
And I answered: "They mocked me when I found and walked in my own path; and certainly did my feet then tremble.
And thus did they speak to me: you forgot the path before, now do you also forget how to walk!"
Then was there again spoken to me without voice: "What matter about their mockery! you are one who have unlearned to obey: now shall you command!
Know you not who is most needed by all? He who commands great things.
To execute great things is difficult: but the more difficult task is to command great things.
