With such enigmas and bitterness in his heart did Zarathustra sail oer the sea. When, however, he was four day-journeys from the Happy Isles and from his friends, then had he surmounted all his pain; triumphantly and with firm foot did he again accept his fate. And then talked Zarathustra in this wise to his exulting conscience:
Alone am I again, and like to be so, alone with the pure heaven, and the open sea; and again is the afternoon around me.
On an afternoon did I find my friends for the first time; on an afternoon, also, did I find them a second timeat the hour when all light becometh stiller.
For whatever happiness is still on its way twixt heaven and earth, now seeketh for lodging a luminous soul; with happiness hath all light now become stiller.
O afternoon of my life! Once did my happiness also descend to the valley that it might seek a lodging; then did it find those open hospitable souls.
O afternoon of my life! What did I not surrender that I might have one thing: this living plantation of my thoughts, and this dawn of my highest hope!
Companions did the creating one once seek, and children of his hope; and lo, it turned out that he could not find them, except he himself should first create them.
Thus am I in the midst of my work, to my children going and from them returning; for the sake of his children must Zarathustra perfect himself.
For in ones heart one loveth only ones child and ones work; and where there is great love to oneself, then is it the sign of pregnancy: so have I found it.
Still are my children verdant in their first spring, standing nigh one another and shaken in common by the windsthe trees of my garden and of my best soil.
And verily, where such trees stand beside one another, there are Happy Isles!
But one day will I take them up, and put each by itself alone, that it may learn lonesomeness and defiance and prudence.
Gnarled and crooked and with flexible hardness shall it then stand by the sea, a living lighthouse of unconquerable life.
Yonder where the storms rush down into the sea, and the snout of the mountain drinketh water, shall each on a time have his day and night watches, for his testing and recognition.
Recognised and tested shall each be, to see if he be of my type and lineage: if he be master of a long will, silent even when he speaketh, and giving in such wise that he taketh in giving
So that he may one day become my companion, a fellow-creator and fellow-enjoyer with Zarathustra: such a one as writeth my will on my tables, for the fuller perfection of all things.
And for his sake and for those like him, must I perfect myself: therefore do I now avoid my happiness, and present myself to every misfortunefor my final testing and recognition.
And verily, it were time that I went away; and the wanderers shadow and the longest tedium and the stillest hourhave all said unto me: It is the highest time!
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