THIRD PART.
52. LII. THE APOSTATES. (continued)
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 thee the faster!--
2.
"We have again become pious"--so do those apostates confess; and some of
them are still too pusillanimous thus to confess.
Unto them I look into the eye,--before them I say it unto their face and
unto the blush on their cheeks: Ye are those who again PRAY!
It is however a shame to pray! Not for all, but for thee, and me, and
whoever hath his conscience in his head. For THEE it is a shame to pray!
Thou knowest it well: the faint-hearted devil in thee, which would fain
fold its arms, and place its hands in its bosom, and take it easier:--this
faint-hearted devil persuadeth thee that "there IS a God!"
THEREBY, however, dost thou belong to the light-dreading type, to whom
light never permitteth repose: now must thou daily thrust thy head deeper
into obscurity and vapour!
And verily, thou choosest the hour well: for just now do the nocturnal
birds again fly abroad. The hour hath come for all light-dreading people,
the vesper hour and leisure hour, when they do not--"take leisure."
I hear it and smell it: it hath come--their hour for hunt and procession,
not indeed for a wild hunt, but for a tame, lame, snuffling, soft-treaders', soft-prayers' hunt,--
--For a hunt after susceptible simpletons: all mouse-traps for the heart
have again been set! And whenever I lift a curtain, a night-moth rusheth
out of it.
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