you pure discerners! No better arts did I once dream of than your arts!
Serpents' filth and evil odour, the distance concealed from me: and that a lizard's craft prowled thereabouts lasciviously.
But I came near to you: then came to me the day,- and now comes it to you,- at an end is the moon's love affair!
See there! Surprised and pale does it stand- before the rosy dawn!
For already she comes, the glowing one,- her love to the earth comes! Innocence, and creative desire, is all solar love!
See there, how she comes impatiently over the sea! Do you not feel the thirst and the hot breath of her love?
At the sea would she suck, and drink its depths to her height: now rises the desire of the sea with its thousand breasts.
Kissed and sucked would it be by the thirst of the sun; vapor would it become, and height, and path of light, and light itself!
Like the sun do I love life, and all deep seas.
And this means to me knowledge: all that is deep shall ascend- to my height!-
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
38. Scholars
WHEN I lay asleep, then did a sheep eat at the ivy-wreath on my head,- it ate, and said thereby: "Zarathustra is no longer a scholar."
It said this, and went away clumsily and proudly. A child told it to me.
