mayo 23, 2006
Alas! the day cometh when man shall no longer shoot the arrow of his desire beyond man, when his bowstring shall have forgotten its use! I say unto you: a man must have chaos yet within him to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: ye have chaos yet within you.
Alas! the day cometh when man shall give birth to no more stars.
Alas! the day cometh of that most contemptible man which can no longer contemn himself.
Behold! I show you the Last Man.
What is love? What is creation? What is desire? What is a star? asketh the Last Man, and he blinketh! ...
Man still loveth his neighbour and rubbeth himself against him; for one must have warmth ...
A little poison now and then: for that causeth pleasant dreams. And much poison at the last for an easy death.
They still work, for work is a pastime.... But they take heed, lest the pastime harm them ..
They have little lust for the day and little lusts for the night: but they have regard for the health.
We have discovered happiness, say the Last Men, and they blink.
There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death.