The Higher Man
When I came unto men for the first time, then did I commit the anchorite folly, the great folly: I appeared on the market-place.
And when I spake unto all, I spake unto none. In the evening, however, rope-dancers were my companions, and corpses; and I myself almost a corpse.
With the new morning, however, there came unto me a new truth; then did I learn to say: Of what account to me are market-place and populace and populace-noise and long populace-cars!
Ye higher men, learn this from me: on the market-place no one believeth in higher men. But if ye will speak there, very well! The populace, however, blinketh: We are all equal.
Ye higher menso blinketh the populacethere are no higher men, we are all equal; man is man, before Godwe are all equal!
Before God! Now, however, this God hath died. Before the populace, however, we will not be equal. Ye higher men, away from the market-place!
Before God! Now however this God hath died! Ye higher men, this God was your greatest danger.
Only since he lay in the grave have ye again arisen. Now only cometh the great noontide, now only doth the higher man become master!
Have ye understood this word, O my brethren? Ye are frightened: do your hearts turn giddy? Doth the abyss here yawn for you? Doth the hell-hound here yelp at you?
Well! Take heart, ye higher men! Now only travaileth the mountain of the human future. God hath died: now do we desire the Superman to live.
The most careful ask today: How is man to be maintained? Zarathustra however asketh, as the first and only one: How is man to be surpassed?
The Superman, I have at heart; that is the first and only thing to meand not man; not the neighbour, not the poorest, not the sorriest, not the best
O my brethren, what I can love in man is that he is an over-going and a down-going. And also in you there is much that maketh me love and hope.
In that ye have despised, ye higher men, that maketh me hope. For the great despisers are the great reverers.
In that ye have despaired, there is much to honour, for ye have not learned to submit yourselves, ye have not learned petty policy.
For today have the petty people become master; they all preach submission and humility and policy and diligence and consideration and the long et cetera of petty virtues.
Whatever is of the effeminate type, whatever originateth from the servile type, and especially the populace- mishmashthat wisheth now to be master of all human destiny. O disgust! Disgust! Disgust!