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42. XLII.  REDEMPTION. (continued)Is he a promiser?  Or a fulfiller?  A conqueror?  Or an inheritor?  A
harvest?  Or a ploughshare?  A physician?  Or a healed one? Is he a poet?  Or a genuine one?  An emancipator?  Or a subjugator?  A good
one?  Or an evil one? I walk amongst men as the fragments of the future:  that future which I
contemplate. And it is all my poetisation and aspiration to compose and collect into
unity what is fragment and riddle and fearful chance. And how could I endure to be a man, if man were not also the composer, and
riddle-reader, and redeemer of chance! To redeem what is past, and to transform every "It was" into "Thus would I
have it!"--that only do I call redemption! Will--so is the emancipator and joy-bringer called:  thus have I taught
you, my friends!  But now learn this likewise:  the Will itself is still a
prisoner. Willing emancipateth:  but what is that called which still putteth the
emancipator in chains? "It was":  thus is the Will's teeth-gnashing and lonesomest tribulation
called.  Impotent towards what hath been done--it is a malicious spectator
of all that is past. Not backward can the Will will; that it cannot break time and time's
desire--that is the Will's lonesomest tribulation. Willing emancipateth:  what doth Willing itself devise in order to get free
from its tribulation and mock at its prison? Ah, a fool becometh every prisoner!  Foolishly delivereth itself also the
imprisoned Will. That time doth not run backward--that is its animosity:  "That which was": 
so is the stone which it cannot roll called. And thus doth it roll stones out of animosity and ill-humour, and taketh
revenge on whatever doth not, like it, feel rage and ill-humour. |