“Do love your neighbor as yourself, but first be such as love themselves—loving with a great love, loving with a great contempt.” Thus speaks Zarathustra the godless. But why do I speak where nobody has my ears? It is still an hour too early for me here. I am my own precursor among this people, my own cock’s crow through dark lanes. But their hour will come! And mine will come too! Hourly, they are becoming smaller, poorer, more sterile—poor herbs! poor soil! and soon they shall stand there like dry grass and prairie—and verily, weary of themselves and languishing even more than for water—for
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