yearningly-long for me in vain, and for my trumpet-notes and herald-calls?
-Ah! Ever are there but few of those whose hearts have persistent courage and exuberance; and in such remains also the spirit patient. The rest, however, are cowardly.
The rest: these are always the great majority, the common-place, the superfluous, the all-too-many- those all are cowardly!-
Him who is of my type, will also the experiences of my type meet on the way: so that his first companions must be corpses and fools.
His second companions, however- they will call themselves his believers,- will be a living host, with much love, much folly, much unbearded veneration.
To those believers shall he who is of my type among men not bind his heart; in those spring-times and many-hued meadows shall he not believe, who knows the fickly faint-hearted human species!
Could they do otherwise, then would they also will otherwise. The half-and-half spoil every whole. That leaves become withered,- what is there to lament about that!
Let them go and fall away, O Zarathustra, and do not lament! Better even to blow amongst them with rustling winds,-
-Blow amongst those leaves, O Zarathustra, that everything withered may run away from you the faster!-
2.
"We have again become pious"- so do those apostates confess; and some of them are still too pusillanimous thus to confess.
