Then was there again spoken unto me without voice: What knowest thou thereof! The dew falleth on the grass when the night is most silent.
And I answered: They mocked me when I found and walked in mine own path; and certainly did my feet then tremble.
And thus did they speak unto me: Thou forgottest the path before, now dost thou also forget how to walk!
Then was there again spoken unto me without voice: What matter about their mockery! Thou art one who hast unlearned to obey; now shalt thou command!
Knowest thou not who is most needed by all? He who commandeth great things.
To execute great things is difficult: but the more difficult task is to command great things.
This is thy most unpardonable obstinacy: thou hast the power, and thou wilt not rule.
And I answered: I lack the lions voice for all commanding.
Then was there again spoken unto me as a whispering: It is the stillest words which bring the storm. Thoughts that come with doves footsteps guide the world.
O Zarathustra, thou shalt go as a shadow of that which is to come: thus wilt thou command, and in commanding go foremost.
And I answered: I am ashamed.
Then was there again spoken unto me without voice: Thou must yet become a child, and be without shame.
The pride of youth is still upon thee; late hast thou become young, but he who would become a child must surmount even his youth.
And I considered a long while, and trembled. At last, however, did I say what I had said at first. I will not.
Then did a laughing take place all around me. Alas, how that laughing lacerated my bowels and cut into my heart!
And there was spoken unto me for the last time: O Zarathustra, thy fruits are ripe, but thou art not ripe for thy fruits!
So must thou go again into solitude; for thou shalt yet become mellow.
And again was there a laughing, and it fled: then did it become still around me, as with a double stillness. I lay, however, on the ground, and the sweat flowed from my limbs.
Now have ye heard all, and why I have to return into my solitude. Nothing have I kept hidden from you, my friends.
But even this have ye heard from me, who am still the most reserved of menand will be so!
Ah, my friends! I should have something more to say unto you! I should have something more to give unto you! Why do I not give it? Am I then a niggard?
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