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.
