THE LIBRARY of VICTORIA UNIVERSITY Toronto THE COMPLETE WORKS OF FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE The First Complete and Authorised English Translation EDITED BY Dr OSCAR LEVY VOLUME TEN THE JOYFUL WISDOM ("LA GAYA SCIENZA") 331Z Es U V'iO First Edition, One Thousand Five Hundred Copies, pub- lished September igio Second Reprint of Twelve Hundred and Fifty Copies, reprinted 191 5 Of the Third Reprint of One Thousand Five Hundred Copies this is . 3743 No FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE THE JOYFUL WISDOM ("LA GAYA SCIENZA") TRANSLATED BY THOMAS COMMON WITH POETRY RENDERED BY PAUL V. COHN AND MAUDE D. PETRE / stay to mine own house confined. Nor graft my wits on alien stock: And mock at every master mind That never at itself could mock. NEW YORK THE MACMILLAN COMPANY 1924 First published . September 1910 Reprinted 1914 Reprinted 1924 504-Z7 i&-»-33 {All rights reserved) Printed in Great Britain hy THE EDINBURGH PRESS, EDINBURGH CONTENTS Editorial Note page vii Preface to the Second Edition - - »» i Jest, Ruse, and Revenge : A Prelude in Rhyme „ n Book First „ 29 Book Second „ 93 Book Third - - - - - - „ 149 Book Fourth: Sanctus J anuarius - - „ 211 Book Fifth: We Fearless Ones - „ 273 Appendix : Songs of Prince Free-as-a-Bird „ 355 EDITORIAL NOTE "The Joyful Wisdom," written in 1882, just before " Zarathustra," is rightly judged to be one of Nietzsche's best books. Here the essentially grave and masculine face of the poet-philosopher is seen to light up and suddenly break into a delightful smile. The warmth and kindness that beam from his features will astonish those hasty psychologists who have never divined that behind the destroyer is the creator, and behind the blasphemer the lover of life. In the retrospective valuation of his work which appears in " Ecce Homo " the author him- self observes with truth that the fourth book, "Sanctus Januarius," deserves especial attention: "The whole book is a gift from the Saint, and the introductory verses express my gratitude for the most wonderful month of January that I have ever spent." Book fifth " We Fearless Ones," the Appendix " Songs of Prince Free-as-a-Bird," and the Preface, were added to the second edition in 1887. The translation of Nietzsche's poetry has proved vm EDITORIAL NOTE to be a more embarrassing problem than that of his prose. Not only has there been a difficulty in finding adequate translators — a difficulty overcome, it is hoped, by the choice of Miss Petre and Mr Cohn, — but it cannot be denied that even in the original the poems are of unequal merit. By the side of such masterpieces as " To the Mistral " are several verses of comparatively little value. The Editor, however, did not feel justified in making a selection, as it was intended that the edition should be complete. The heading, "Jest, Ruse and Revenge," of the "Prelude in Rhyme" is borrowed from Goethe. PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION. I. Perhaps more than one preface would be necessary for this book; and after all it might still be doubtful whether any one could be brought nearer to the experiences in it by means of prefaces, without having himself experienced something similar. It seems to be written in the language of the thawing- wind : there is wantonness, restlessness, contra- diction and April-weather in it ; so that one is as constantly reminded of the proximity of winter as of the victory over it : the victory which is coming, which must come, which has perhaps already come. . . . Gratitude continually flows forth, as if the most unexpected thing had happened, the gratitude of a convalescent — for convalescence was this most unexpected thing. " Joyful Wisdom " : that implies the Saturnalia of a spirit which has patiently withstood a long, frightful pressure — patiently, strenuously, impassionately, without submitting, but without hope — and which is now suddenly o'erpowered with hope, the hope of health, the intoxication of convalescence. What wonder that much that i« unreasonable and foolish thereby comes to light : much wanton tenderness expended even on problems which 2 THE JOYFUL WISDOM have a prickly hide, and are not therefore fit to be fondled and allured. The whole book is really nothing but a revel after long privation and im- potence : the frolicking of returning energy, of newly awakened belief in a to-morrow and after- to-morrow ; of sudden sentience and prescience of a future, of near adventures, of seas open once more, and aims once more permitted and believed in. And what was now all behind me! This track of desert, exhaustion, unbelief, and frigidity in the midst of youth, this advent of grey hairs at the wrong time, this tyranny of pain, surpassed, however, by the tyranny of pride which repudiated the consequences of pain — and conse- quences are comforts, — this radical isolation, as defence against the contempt of mankind become morbidly clairvoyant, this restriction upon principle to all that is bitter, sharp, and painful in knowledge, as prescribed by the disgust which had gradually resulted from imprudent spiritual diet and pamper- ing— it is called Romanticism, — oh, who could realise all those feelings of mine ! He, however, who could do so would certainly forgive me everything, and more than a little folly, boisterous- ness and " Joyful Wisdom " — for example, the handful of songs which are given along with the book on this occasion, — songs in which a poet makes merry over all poets in a way not easily pardoned. — Alas, it is not only on the poets and their fine " lyrical sentiments " that this reconvalescent must vent his malignity : who knows what kind of victim he seeks, what kind of monster of material for parody will allure him ere long? PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION 3 Incipit tragcedia, it is said at the conclusion of this seriously frivolous book; let people be on their guard ! Something or other extraordinarily bad and wicked announces itself: incipit parodia^ there is no doubt. . . 2. — But let us leave Herr Nietzsche ; what does it matter to people that Herr Nietzsche has got well again ? . . . A psychologist knows few questions so attractive as those concerning the relations of health to philosophy, and in the case when he himself falls sick, he carries with him all his scientific curiosity into his sickness. For, granting that one is a person, one has necessarily also the philosophy of one's personality; there is, however, an important distinction here. With the one it is his defects which philosophise, with the other it is his riches and powers. The former requires his philo- sophy, whether it be as support, sedative, or medicine, as salvation, elevation, or self-alienation ; with the latter it is merely a fine luxury, at best the voluptuousness of a triumphant gratitude, which must inscribe itself ultimately in cosmic capitals on the heaven of ideas. In the other more usual case, however, when states of distress occupy them- selves with philosophy (as is the case with all sickly thinkers— and perhaps the sickly thinkers pre- ponderate in the history of philosophy), what will happen to the thought itself which is brought under the pressure of sickness ? This is the im- portant question for psychologists : and here experiment is possible. We philosophers do just 4 THE JOYFUL WISDOM like a traveller who resolves to awake at a given hour, and then quietly yields himself to sleep : we surrender ourselves temporarily, body and soul, to the sickness, supposing we become ill — we shut, as it were, our eyes on ourselves. And as the traveller knows that something does not sleep, that something counts the hours and will awake him, we also know that the critical moment will find us awake — that then something will spring forward and surprise the spirit in the very act, I mean in weakness, or reversion, or submission, or obduracy, or obscurity, or whatever the morbid conditions are called, which in times of good health have the pride of the spirit opposed to them (for it is as in the old rhyme: " The spirit proud, peacock and horse are the three proudest things of earthly source"). After such self-questioning and self-testing, one learns to look with a sharper eye at all that has hitherto been philosophised ; one divines better than before the arbitrary by-ways, side-streets, resting-places, and sunny places of thought, to which suffering thinkers, precisely as sufferers, are led and misled : one knows now in what direction the sickly body and its requirements unconsciously press, push, and allure the spirit — towards the sun, stillness, gentle- ness, patience, medicine, refreshment in any sense whatever. Every philosophy which puts peace higher than war, every ethic with a negative grasp of the idea of happiness, every metaphysic and physic that knows a finale, an ultimate condition of any kind whatever, every predominating, aesthetic or religious longing for an aside, a beyond, an out- side, an above — all these permit one to ask whether PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION 5 sickness has not been the motive which inspired the philosopher. The unconscious disguising of physio- logical requirements under the cloak of the objective, the ideal, the purely spiritual, is carried on to an alarming extent, — and I have often enough asked myself, whether on the whole philosophy hitherto has not generally been merely an interpreta- tion of the body, and a misunderstanding of the body. Behind the loftiest estimates of value by which the history of thought has hitherto been governed, misunderstandings of the bodily constitu- tion, either of individuals, classes, or entire races are concealed. One may always primarily consider these audacious freaks of metaphysic, and especially its answers to the question of the worth of existence, as symptoms of certain bodily constitutions; and if, on the whole, when scientifically determined, not a particle of significance attaches to such affirma- tions and denials of the world, they nevertheless furnish the historian and psychologist with hints so much the more valuable (as we have said) as symptoms of the bodily constitution, its good or bad condition, its fullness, powerfulness, and sovereignty in history ; or else of its obstructions, exhaustions, and impoverishments, its premonition of the end, its will to the end. I still expect that a philo- sophical physician, in the exceptional sense of the word — one who applies himself to the problem of the collective health of peoples, periods, races, and mankind generally — will some day have the courage to follow out my suspicion to its ultimate con- clusions, and to venture on the judgment that in all philosophising it has not hitherto been a question 6 THE JOYFUL WISDOM of " truth " at all, but of something else, — namely, of health, futurity, growth, power, life. . . . 3- It will be surmised that I should not like to take leave ungratefully of that period of severe sickness, the advantage of which is not even yet exhausted in me : for I am sufficiently conscious of what I have in advance of the spiritually robust generally, in my changeful state of health. A philosopher who has made the tour of many states of health, and always makes it anew, has also gone through just as many philosophies : he really cannot do otherwise than transform his condition on every occasion into the most ingenious posture and position, — this art of transfiguration is just philosophy. We philosophers are not at liberty to separate soul and body, as the people separate them ; and we are still less at liberty to separate soul and spirit. We are not thinking frogs, we are not objectifying and registering apparatuses with cold entrails, — our thoughts must be continu- ally born to us out of our pain, and we must, motherlike, share with them all that we have in us of blood, heart, ardour, joy, passion, pang, conscience, fate and fatality. Life — that means for us to transform constantly into light and flame all that we are, and also all that we meet with ; we cannot possibly do otherwise. And as regards sickness, should we not be almost tempted to ask whether we could in general dispense with it ? It is great pain only which is the ultimate emancipa- tor of the spirit ; for it is the teacher of the strong PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION 7 suspicion which makes an X out of every U*, a true, correct X, i.e., the ante-penultimate letter. ... It is great pain only, the long slow pain which takes time, by which we are burned as it were with green wood, that compels us philosophers to de- scend into our ultimate depths, and divest ourselves of all trust, all good-nature, veiling, gentleness, and averageness, wherein we have perhaps formerly installed our humanity. I doubt whether such pain " improves " us ; but I know that it deepens us. Be it that we learn to confront it with our pride, our scorn, our strength of will, doing like the Indian who, however sorely tortured, revenges him- self on his tormentor with his bitter tongue ; be it that we withdraw from the pain into the oriental nothingness— it is called Nirvana, — into mute, benumbed, deaf self-surrender, self-forgetfulness, and self-effacement : one emerges from such long, dangerous exercises in self-mastery as another being, with several additional notes of interrogation, and above all, with the will to question more than ever, more profoundly, more strictly, more sternly, more wickedly, more quietly than has ever been ques- tioned hitherto. Confidence in life is gone: life itself has become 2. problem. — Let it not be imagined that one ha.s necessarily become a hypochondriac thereby ! Even love of life is still possible — only one loves differently. It is the love of a woman of whom one is doubtful. . . . The charm, how- ever, of all that is problematic, the delight in the * This means literally to put the numeral X instead of the numeral V (formerly U) ; hence it means to double a number unfairly, to exaggerate, humbug, cheat.— Tr. 8 THE JOYFUL WISDOM X, is too great in those more spiritual and more spiritualised men, not to spread itself again and again like a clear glow over all the trouble of the problematic, over all the danger of uncertainty, and even over the jealousy of the lover. We know a new happiness. . . , 4. Finally (that the most essential may not remain unsaid), one comes back out of such abysses, out of such severe sickness, and out of the sickness of strong suspicion — new-born, with the skin cast ; more sensitive, more wicked, with a finer taste for joy, with a more delicate tongue for all good things, with a merrier disposition, with a second and more dangerous innocence in joy ; more childish at the same time, and a hundred times more refined than ever before. Oh, how re- pugnant to us now is pleasure, coarse, dull, drab pleasure, as the pleasure-seekers, our "cultured" classes, our rich and ruling classes, usually under- stand it ! How malignantly we now listen to the great holiday-hubbub with which "cultured people" and city-men at present allow themselves to be forced to " spiritual enjoyment " by art, books, and music, with the help of spirituous liquors! How the theatrical cry of passion now pains our ear, how strange to our taste has all the romantic riot and sensuous bustle which the cultured populace love become (together with their aspirations after the exalted, the elevated, and the intricate)! No, if we convalescents need an art at all, it is another art — a mocking, light, volatile, divinely serene, PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION 9 divinely ingenious art, which blazes up like a clear flame, into a cloudless heaven ! Above all, an art for artists, only for artists! We at last know better what is first of all necessary >r zV— namely, cheerfulness, every kind of cheerfulness, my friends ! also as artists :— I should like to prove it. We now know something too well, we men of knowledge : oh, how well we are now learning to forget and not know, as artists ! And as to our future, we are not likely to be found again in the tracks of those Egyptian youths who at night make the temples unsafe, embrace statues, and would fain unveil, uncover, and put in clear light, everything which for good reasons is kept concealed.* No, we have got disgusted with this bad taste, this will to truth, to "truth at all costs," this youthful madness in the love of truth : we are now too experienced, too serious, too joyful, too singed, too profound for that. . . . We no longer believe that truth remains truth when the veil is withdrawn from it : we have lived long enough to believe this. At present we regard it as a matter of propriety not to be anxious either to see everything naked, or to be present at everything, or to understand and "know" everything. "Is it true that the good God is everywhere present ? " asked a little girl of her mother : " I think that is indecent " :— a hint to philosophers ! One should have more reverence for the shame- facedness with which nature has concealed herself behind enigmas and motley uncertainties. Per- haps truth is a woman who has reasons for not * An allusion to Schiller's poem : " The Veiled Image of Sais."— Tr. 10 THE JOYFUL WISDOM showing her reasons ? Perhaps her name is Baubo, to speak in Greek ? . . . Oh, those Greeks ! They knew how to live : for that purpose it is necessary to keep bravely to the surface, the fold and the skin ; to worship appearance, to believe in forms, tones, and words, in the whole Olympus of appearance ! Those Greeks were superficial — from profundity ! And are we not coming back precisely to this point, we dare-devils of the spirit, who have scaled the highest and most dangerous peak of contem- porary thought, and have looked around us from it, have looked down from it ? Are we not precisely in this respect — Greeks? Worshippers of forms, of tones, and of words? And precisely on that account — artists ? RuTA, near Genoa Autumn^ 1886. JEST, RUSE AND REVENGE. A PRELUDE IN RHYME. Y. Invitation. Venture, comrades, I implore you. On the fare I set before you, You will like it more to-morrow, Better still the following day : If yet more you're then requiring, Old success I'll find inspiring, And fresh courage thence will borrow Novel dainties to display. 2. My Good Luck. Weary of Seeking had I grown, So taught myself the way to Find : Back by the storm I once was blown, But follow now, where drives the wind. 3- Undismayed. Where you're standing, dig, dig out : Down below's the Well : Let them that walk in darkness shout " Down below— there's Hell ! " 13 14 THE JOYFUL WISDOM 4. Dialogue. A. Was I ill ? and is it ended ? Pray, by what physician tended ? I recall no pain endured ! B. Now I know your trouble's ended : He that can forget, is cured. ' 5. To the Virtuous. Let our virtues be easy and nimble-footed in motion, Like unto Homer's verse ought they to come and to go. 6. Worldly Wisdom. Stay not on level plain, Climb not the mount too high. But half-way up remain — The world you'll best descry ! 7- Vademecum — Vadetecum. Attracted by my style and talk You'd follow, in my footsteps walk ? Follow yourself unswervingly. So — careful ! — shall you follow me. JEST, RUSE AND REVENGE 15 8. The Third Sloughing. My skin bursts, breaks for fresh rebirth, And new desires come thronging : Much I've devoured, yet for more earth The serpent in me's longing. 'Twixt stone and grass I crawl once more. Hungry, by crooked ways. To eat the food I ate before. Earth-fare all serpents praise ! 9. My Roses. My luck's good — I'd make yours fairer, (Good luck ever needs a sharer). Will you stop and pluck my roses ? Oft mid rocks and thorns you'll linger, Hide and stoop, suck bleeding iinger — Will you stop and pluck my roses ? For my good luck's a trifle vicious. Fond of teasing, tricks malicious — Will you stop and pluck my roses ? 10. The Scorner. Many drops I waste and spill. So my scornful mood you curse : Who to brim his cup doth fill, Many drops must waste and spill- Yet he thinks the wine no worse. l6 THE JOYFUL WISDOM II. The Proverb Speaks. Harsh and gentle, fine and mean, Quite rare and common, dirty and clean, The fools' and the sages' go-between : All this I will be, this have been, Dove and serpent and swine, I ween ! 12. To a Lover of Light. That eye and sense be not fordone E'en in the shade pursue the sun ! For Dancers. Smoothest ice, A paradise To him who is a dancer nice. • 14. The Brave Man. A feud that knows not flaw nor break, Rather then patched-up friendship, take. 15- Rust. Rust's needed : keenness will not satisfy ! " He is too young ! " the rabble loves to cry. 16. Excelsior. " How shall I reach the top ? " No time For thus reflecting ! Start to climb ! JEST, RUSE AND REVENGE I7 17. The Man of Power Speaks. Ask never ! Cease that whining, pray ! Take without asking, take alway ! 18. Narrow Souls. Narrow souls hate I like the devil, Souls wherein grows nor good nor evil. 19. Accidentally a Seducer.* He shot an empty word Into the empty blue ; But on the way it met A woman whom it slew. 20. For Consideration. A twofold pain is easier far to bear Than one : so now to suffer wilt thou dare ? 21. Against Pride. Brother, to puff thyself up ne'er be quick : For burst thou shalt be by a tiny prick ! 22. Man and Woman. " The woman seize, who to thy heart appeals ! " Man's motto : woman seizes not, but steals. * Translated by Miss M. D. Petre. ig THE JOYFUL WISDOM 23- Interpretation. If I explain my wisdom, surely 'Tis but entangled more securely, I can't expound myself aright : But he that's boldly up and doing, His own unaided course pursuing, Upon my image casts more light 1 24. A Cure for Pessimism. Those old capricious fancies, friend ! You say your palate naught can please, I hear you bluster, spit and wheeze. My love, my patience soon will end ! Pluck up your courage, follow me — Here's a fat toad ! Now then, don't blink. Swallow it whole, nor pause to think ! From your dyspepsia you'll be free ! 25. A Request. Many men's minds 1 know full well, Yet what mine own is, cannot tell. I cannot see— my eye's too near— And falsely to myself appear. 'Twould be to me a benefit Far from myself if I could sit, Less distant than my enemy, JEST, RUSE AND REVENGE 19 And yet my nearest friend's too nigh — 'Twixt him and me, just in the middle 1 What do I ask for ? Guess my riddle 26. My Cruelty. I must ascend an hundred stairs, I must ascend : the herd declares I'm cruel : " Are we made of stone ? " I must ascend an hundred stairs : All men the part of stair disown. 27. The Wanderer. " No longer path ! Abyss and silence chilling ! " Thy fault! To leave the path thou wast too willing ! Now comes the test ! Keep cool — eyes bright and clear ! Thou'rt lost for sure, if thou permittest — fear. 28. Encouragement for Beginners. See the infant, helpless creeping — Swine around it grunt swine-talk — Weeping always, naught but weeping, Will it ever learn to walk ? Never fear ! Just wait, I swear it Soon to dance will be inclined, And this babe, when two legs bear it, Standing on its head you'll find. 20 THE JOYFUL WISDOM 29. Planet Egoism. Did I not turn, a rolling cask, Ever about myself, I ask. How could I without burning run Close on the track of the hot sun ? 30- The Neighbour. Too nigh, my friend my joy doth mar, I'd have him high above and far, Or how can he become my star ? 31- The Disguised Saint. Lest we for thy bliss should slay thee, In devil's wiles thou dost array thee, Devil's wit and devil's dress. But in vain ! Thy looks betray thee And proclaim thy holiness. 32. The Slave. A. He stands and listens : whence his pain? What smote his ears ? Some far refrain ? Why is his heart with anguish torn ? B. Like all that fetters once have worn. He always hears the clinking— chain ! JEST, RUSE AND REVENGE 21 33- The Lone One. I hate to follow and I hate to lead. Obedience ? no ! and ruling ? no, indeed ! Wouldst fearful be in others' sight ? Then e'en thyself thou must affright : The people but the Terror's guidance heed. I hate to guide myself, I hate the fray. Like the wild beasts I'll wander far afield. In Error's pleasing toils I'll roam Awhile, then lure myself back home, Back home, and — to my self-seduction yield. 34- Seneca et hoc Genus omne. They write and write (quite maddening me) Their " sapient " twaddle airy, As if 'twere primum scribere^ Deinde philosophari. 35. Ice. Yes ! I manufacture ice : Ice may help you to digest : If you had much to digest. How you would enjoy my ice ! 36. Youthful Writings. My wisdom's A and final O Was then the sound that smote mine ear. 22 THE JOYFUL WISDOM Yet now it rings no longer so, My youth's eternal Ah ! and Oh 1 Is now the only sound I hear.* 37- Foresight. In yonder region travelling, take good care ! An hast thou wit, then be thou doubly ware ! They'll smile and lure thee ; then thy limbs they'll tear: Fanatics' country this where wits are rare ! 38. The Pious One Speaks. God loves MS, for he made us, sent us here ! — " Man hath made God 1 " ye subtle ones reply. His handiwork he must hold dear, And what he made shall he deny ? There sounds the devil's halting hoof, I fear. 39. In Summer. In sweat of face, so runs the screed, We e'er must eat our bread, Yet wise physicians if we heed " Eat naught in sweat," 'tis said. The dog-star's blinking : what's his need ? What tells his blazing sign ? In sweat of face (so runs his screed) We're meant to drink our wine 1 * A and O, suggestive of Ah ! and Oh ! refer of course to Alpha and Omega, the first and last letters of the Greek alphabet. — Tr. JEST, RUSE AND REVENGE 2$ 40. Without Envy. His look bewrays no envy : and ye laud him ? He cares not, asks not if your throng applaud him ! He has the eagle's eye for distance far, He sees you not, he sees but star on star I 41. Heraclitism. Brethren, war's the origin Of happiness on earth : Powder-smoke and battle-din Witness friendship's birth ! Friendship means three things, you know,— Kinship in luckless plight. Equality before the foe Freedom — in death's sight 1 42. Maxim of the Over-refined. " Rather on your toes stand high Than crawl upon all fours, Rather through the keyhole spy Than through the open doors ! " 43- Exhortation. Renown you're quite resolved to earn ? My thought about it Is this : you need not fame, must learn To do without it ! 24 THE JOYFUL WISDOM 44. Thorough. I an inquirer ? No, that's not my calling Only / weigh a lot — I'm such a lump ! — And through the waters I keep falling, falling, Till on the ocean's deepest bed I bump. 45. The Immortals, " To-day is meet for me, I come to-day," Such is the speech of men foredoomed to stay. " Thou art too soon," they cry, " thou art too late," What care the Immortals what the rabble say ? 46. Verdicts of the Weary. The weary shun the glaring sun, afraid. And only care for trees to gain the shade. 47. Descent. " He sinks, he falls," your scornful looks portend : The truth is, to your level he'll descend. His Too Much Joy is turned to weariness, His Too Much Light will in your darkness end. 48. Nature Silenced.* Around my neck, on chain of hair, The timepiece hangs — a sign of care. * Translated by Miss M. D. Petre. JEST, RUSE AND REVENGE 25 For me the starry course is o'er, No sun and shadow as before, No cockcrow summons at the door, For nature tells the time no more ! Too many clocks her voice have drowned, And droning law has dulled her sound. 49. The Sage Speaks. Strange to the crowd, yet useful to the crowd, I still pursue my path, now sun, now cloud. But always pass above the crowd ! 50. He lost his Head. . . . She now has wit — how did it come her way ? A man through her his reason lost, they say. His head, though wise ere to this pastime lent. Straight to the devil — no, to woman went ! 51. A Pious Wish. " Oh, might all keys be lost ! 'Twere better so And in all keyholes might the pick-lock go ! " Who thus reflects ye may as — picklock know. 52. Foot Writing. I write not with the hand alone, My foot would write, my foot that capers. Firm, free and bold, it's marching on Now through the fields, now through the papers. 26 THE JOYFUL WISDOM " Human^ Ail-too- Human." . . . Shy, gloomy, when your looks are backward thrust. Trusting the future where yourself you trust, Are you an eagle, mid the nobler fowl. Or are you like Minerva's darling owl ? 54- To my Reader. Good teeth and a digestion good I wish you — these you need, be sure ! And, certes, if my book you've stood. Me with good humour you'll endure. 55. The Realistic Painter. « To nature true, complete 1 " so he begins. Who complete Nature to his canvas wins? Her tiniest fragment's endless, no constraint Can know : he paints just what \{\s fancy pins : What does his fancy pin ? What he can paint ! 56. Poets' Vanity. Glue, only glue to me dispense, The wood I'll find myself, don't fear! To give four senseless verses sense— That's an achievement I revere ! JEST, RUSE AND REVENGE 2/ Taste in Choosing. If to choose my niche precise Freedom I could win from fate, I'd be in midst of Paradise — Or, sooner still— before the gate ! 58. The Crooked Nose. Wide blow your nostrils, and across The land your nose holds haughty sway : So you, unhorned rhinoceros, Proud mannikin, fall forward aye ! The one trait with the other goes : A straight pride and a crooked nose. 59. The Pen is Scratching. . . . The pen is scratching : hang the pen ! To scratching I'm condemned to sink 1 I grasp the inkstand fiercely then And write in floods of flowing ink. How broad, how full the stream's career ! What luck my labours doth requite ! 'Tis true, the writing's none too clear — What then ? Who reads the stufl" I write ? 60. Loftier Spirits. This man's climbing up — let us praise him— But that other we love From aloft doth eternally move, So above even praise let us raise him, He comes from above ! 28 THE JOYFUL WISDOM 6i. The Sceptic Speaks. Your life is half-way o'er ; The clock-hand moves ; your soul is thrilled with fear, It roamed to distant shore And sought and found not, yet you — linger here ! Your life is half-way o'er ; That hour by hour was pain and error sheer : Why stay ? What seek you more ? " That's what I'm seeking — reasons why I'm here ! " 62. Ecce Homo. Yes, I know where I'm related, Like the flame, unquenched, unsated, I consume myself and glow : All's turned to light I lay my hand on, All to coal that I abandon, Yes, I am a flame, I know ! 63. Star Morality* Foredoomed to spaces vast and far, What matters darkness to the star ? Roll calmly on, let time go by, Let sorrows pass thee — nations die ! Compassion would but dim the light That distant worlds will gladly sight. To thee one law — be pure and bright ! * Translated by Miss M. D. Petre. BOOK FIRST I. The Teachers of the Object of Existence.— ySfhet\\Qr I look with a good or an evil eye upon men, I find them always at one problem, each and all of them : to do that which conduces to the conservation of the human species. And certainly not out of any sentiment of love for this species, but simply because nothing in them is older, stronger, more inexorable and more unconquerable than that instinct, — because it is precisely the essence of our race and herd. Although we are accustomed readily enough, with our usual short-sightedness, to separate our neighbours precisely into useful and hurtful, into good and evil men, yet when we make a general calculation, and reflect longer on the whole question, we become distrustful of this defining and separating, and finally leave it alone. Even the most hurtful man is still perhaps, in respect to the conservation of the race, the most useful of all ; for he conserves in himself, or by his effect on others, impulses without which mankind might long ago have lan- guished or decayed. Hatred, delight in mischief, rapacity and ambition, and whatever else is called evil — belong to the marvellous economy of the conservation of the race ; to be sure a costly, lavish, 3> 32 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I and on the whole very foolish economy : — which has, however, hitherto preserved our race, as is demonstrated to us. I no longer know, my dear fellow-man and neighbour, if thou canst at all live to the disadvantage of the race, and therefore, " un- reasonably" and "badly"; that which could have injured the race has perhaps died out many millenniums ago, and now belongs to the things which are no longer possible even to God. Indulge thy best or thy worst desires, and above all, go to wreck ! — in either case thou art still probably the furtherer and benefactor of mankind in some way or other, and in that respect thou mayest have thy panegyrists — and similarly thy mockers ! But thou wilt never find him who would be quite qualified to mock at thee, the individual, at thy best, who could bring home to thy conscience its h'mitless, buzzing and croaking wretchedness so as to be in accord with truth ! To laugh at oneself as one would have to laugh in order to laugh out of the veriest truth, — to do this, the best have not hitherto had enough of the sense of truth, and the most endowed have had far too little genius! There is perhaps still a future even for laughter ! When the maxim, " The race is all, the individual is nothing," — has incorporated itself in humanity, and when access stands open to every one at all times to this ultimate emancipa- tion and irresponsibility. — Perhaps then laughter will have united with wisdom, perhaps then there will be only "joyful wisdom." Meanwhile, however, it is quite otherwise, meanwhile the comedy of existence has not yet " become conscious " of itself, THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 33 meanwhile it is still the period of tragedy, the period of morals and religions. What does the ever new appearing of founders of morals and religions, of instigators of struggles for moral valua- tions, of teachers of remorse of conscience and religious war, imply? What do these heroes on this stage imply? For they have hitherto been the heroes of it, and all else, though solely visible for the time being, and too close to one, has served only as preparation for these heroes, whether as machinery and coulisse, or in the r61e of confidants and valets. (The poets, for example, have always been the valets of some morality or other.) — It is obvious of itself that these tragedians also work in the interest of the race, though they may believe that they work in the interest of God, and as emissaries of God. They also further the life of the species, in that they further the belief in life. " It is worth while to live " — each of them calls out, — "there is something of importance in this life ; life has something behind it and under it ; take care!" That impulse, which rules equally in the noblest and the ignoblest, the impulse to the conservation of the species, breaks forth from time to time as reason and passion of spirit ; it has then a brilliant train of motives about it, and tries with all its power to make us forget that fundamentally it is just impulse, instinct, folly and baselessness. Life j^^«/a? be loved, /^r . . . ! Man J^^w/a? benefit himself and his neighbour,/^/- . . . / And whatever all these shoulds and fors imply, and may imply in future! In order that that which necessarily and always happens of itself and 3 34 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I without design, may henceforth appear to be done by design, and may appeal to men as reason and ultimate command, — for that purpose the ethi- culturist comes forward as the teacher of design in existence ; for that purpose he devises a second and different existence, and by means of this new mechanism he lifts the old common existence off its old common hinges. No! he does not at all want us to laugh at existence, nor even at ourselves — nor at himself; to him an individual is always an individual, something first and last and immense, to him there are no species, no sums, no noughts. However foolish and fanatical his inventions and valuations may be, however much he may mis- understand the course of nature and deny its con- ditions— and all systems of ethics hitherto have been foolish and anti-natural to such a degree that mankind would have been ruined by any one of them had it got the upper hand, — at any rate, every time that " the hero " came upon the stage some- thing new was attained : the frightful counterpart of laughter, the profound convulsion of many in- dividuals at the thought, " Yes, it is worth while to live ! yes, I am worthy to live ! " — life, and thou, and I, and all of us together became for a while interest- ing to ourselves once more. — It is not to be denied that hitherto laughter and reason and nature have in the long run got the upper hand of all the great teachers of design : in the end the short tragedy always passed over once more into the eternal comedy of existence ; and the " waves of innu- merable laughters " — to use the expression of iEschylus — must also in the end beat over the great- THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 35 est of these tragedies. But with all this corrective laughter, human nature has on the whole been changed by the ever new appearance of those teachers of the design of existence, — human nature has now an additional requirement, the very require- ment of the ever new appearance of such teachers and doctrines of " design." Man has gradually be- come a visionary animal, who has to fulfil one more condition of existence than the other animals : man must from time to time believe that he knows why he exists; his species cannot flourish without periodi- cally confiding in life ! Without the belief in reason in life ! And always from time to time will the human race decree anew that "there is something which really may not be laughed at." And the most clairvoyant philanthropist will add that " not only laughing and joyful wisdom, but also the tragic with all its sublime irrationality, counts among the means and necessities for the conserva- tion of the race ! " — And consequently ! Conse- quently ! Consequently ! Do you understand me, oh my brothers? Do you understand this new law of ebb and flow? We also shall have our time ! 2, The Intellectual Conscience. — I have always the same experience oveiL_again. and always make a new eff'ort against it ; for although it is evident to me I do not want to believe it: in the greater number of men the intellectual conscience is lacking; indeed, it would often seem to me that in demanding such a thing, one is as solitary in the largest cities as in the desert. Everyone looks at you with strange 36 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I eyes and continues to make use of his scales, calling this good and that bad ; and no one blushes for shame when you remark that these weights are not the full amount,-there is also no indignation against you ; perhaps they laugh at your doubt. I mean to say that the greater number of people do not find it contemptible to believe this or that, and live according to it, without having been previously aware of the ultimate and surest reasons for and against it, and without even giving themselves any trouble about such reasons afterwards,— the most gifted men and the noblest women still belong to this " greater number." But what is kind-hearted- ness, refinement and genius to me, if he who has these virtues harbours indolent sentiments in beliei and judgment, if the longing for certainty does not rule in him, as his innermost desire and profoundest need-as that which separates higher from lower men! In certain pious people I have found a hatred of reason, and have been favourably disposed to them for it: their bad intellectual conscience at least still betrayed itself,_ in this manner ' But to stand in the midst of this rerum Concordia discors and all the marvellous uncertainty and ambiguity of existence, and not to question, not to tremble with desire and delight in questioning, not even to hate the questioner-perhaps even to make merry over him to the extent of wea"ness- that is what I regard as contemptible, and it is this sentiment which I first of all search for in every one— some folly or other always persuades me anew that every man has this sentiment, as man. This is my special kind of unrighteousness. THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 37 jV how many possessions does he not '«' 6°. '" °'-der to preserve this feeling 1 What does he not throw oveAoard, in order to keep himsel "up,"-that to say. J.« the others who lack the "truth Certainly the condition we are in when we do lU is seldom so pleasant, so purely P e^^^n> ,^.=^ *^' in which we practise kindness,-it is an indication thaTwe still lack power, or it betrays ill-humour at this defect in us ; it brings with it new dangers tnd uncertainties as to the power we already possess, and clouds our horizon by the P-^,?;;,' ° revenge, scorn, punishment and failure. Perhaps only thise most susceptible to the sense of power and eager for it, will prefer to impress the seal of power In the resisting individual.-those to whom the sight of the already subjugated person as the Ob e t of benevolence is a burden and a teduin. It is a question how a person is accustomed to season his life; it is amctter of taste whether a p^on would ;ather have the slow or the sudden the safe or the dangerous and daring increase of power -he seeks this or that seasoning always THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 5 1 according to his temperament. An easy booty is something contemptible to proud natures ; they have an agreeable sensation only at the sight of men of unbroken spirit who could be enemies to them, and similarly, also, at the sight of all not easily accessible possession ; they are often hard toward the sufferer, for he is not worthy of their effort or their pride, — but they show themselves so much the more courteous towards their equals, with whom strife and struggle would in any case be full of honour, if at any time an occasion for it should present itself. It is under the agreeable feelings of this perspective that the members of the knightly caste have habituated themselves to ex- quisite courtesy toward one another. — Pity is the most pleasant feeling in those who have not much pride, and have no prospect of great conquests: the easy booty — and that is what every sufferer is — is for them an enchanting thing. Pity is said to be the virtue of the gay lady. 14. What is called Love. — The lust of property, and love : what different associations each of these ideas evoke! — and yet it might be the same im- pulse twice named : on the one occasion disparaged from the standpoint of those already possessing (in whom the impulse has attained something of repose, — who are now apprehensive for the safety of their "possession"); on the other occasion viewed from the standpoint of the unsatisfied and thirsty, and therefore glorified as "good." Our 52 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I love of our neighbour, — is it not a striving after new property ? And similarly our love of knowledge, of truth; and in general all the striving after novelties? We gradually become satiated with the old and securely possessed, and again stretch out our hands ; even the finest landscape in which we live for three months is no longer certain of our love, and any kind of more distant coast excites our covetousness : the possession for the most part becomes smaller through possessing. Our pleasure in ourselves seeks to maintain itself by always transforming something new into ourselves^ — that is just possess- ing. To become satiated with a possession, that is to become satiated with ourselves. (One can also suffer from excess, — even the desire to cast away, to share out, may assume the honourable name of " love.") When we see any one suffering, we willingly utilise the opportunity then afforded to take posses- sion of him ; the beneficent and sympathetic man, for example, does this ; he also calls the desire for new possession awakened in him, by the name of "love," and has enjoyment in it, as in a new acquisition suggesting itself to him. The love of the sexes, however, betrays itself most plainly as the striving after possession : the lover wants the unconditioned, sole possession of the person longed for by him ; he wants just as absolute power over her soul as over her body ; he wants to be loved solely, and to dwell and rule in the other soul as what is highest and most to be desired. When one considers that this means precisely to ex- clude all the world from a precious possession, a happiness, and an enjoyment ; when one considers THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 53 that the lover has in view the impoverishment and privation of all other rivals, and would like to become the dragon of his golden hoard, as the most inconsiderate and selfish of all " conquerors " and exploiters ; when one considers finally that to the lover himself, the whole world besides appears indifferent, colourless, and worthless, and that he is ready to make every sacrifice, disturb every arrangement, and put every other interest behind his own, — one is verily surprised that this ferocious lust of property and injustice of sexual love should have been glorified and deified to such an extent at all times ; yea, that out of this love the conception of love as the antithesis of egoism should have been derived, when it is perhaps precisely the most un- qualified expression of egoism. Here, evidently, the non-possessors and desirers have determined the usage of language, — there were, of course, always too many of them. Those who have been favoured with much possession and satiety, have, to be sure, dropped a word now and then about the " raging demon," as, for instance, the most lovable and most beloved of all the Athenians — Sophocles ; but Eros always laughed at such revilers, — they were always his greatest favourites. — There is, of course, here and there on this terrestrial sphere a kind of sequel to love, in which that covetous longing of two persons for one another has yielded to a new desire and covetousness, to a common, higher thirst for a superior ideal standing above them : but who knows this love? Who has experienced it? Its right name \s friendship. 54 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 15. Out of the Distance. — This mountain makes the whole district which it dominates charming in every way, and full of significance. After we have said this to ourselves for the hundredth time, we are so irrationally and so gratefully disposed to- wards it, as the giver of this charm, that we fancy it must itself be the most charming thing in the district — and so we climb it, and are undeceived. All of a sudden, both it and the landscape around us and under us, are as it were disenchanted ; we had forgotten that many a great- ness, like many a goodness, wants only to be seen at a certain distance, and entirely from below, not from above, — it is thus only that it operates. Per- haps you know men in your neighbourhood who can only look at themselves from a certain distance to find themselves at all endurable, or attractive and enlivening ; they are to be dissuaded from self- knowledge. 16. Across the Plank.— On^ must be able to dis- simulate in intercourse with persons who are ashamed of their feelings ; they take a sudden aversion to anyone who surprises them in a state of tenderness, or of enthusiastic and high- running feeling, as if he had seen their secrets. If one wants to be kind to them in such moments one should make them laugh, or say some kind of cold, playful wickedness :— their feeling thereby congeals, and they are again self-possessed. But I give the moral before the story.— We were once THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 55 on a time so near one another in the course of our lives, that nothing more seemed to hinder our friendship and fraternity, and there was merely a small plank between us. While you were just about to step on it, I asked you : " Do you want to come across the plank to me?" But then you did not want to come any longer ; and when I again entreated, you were silent. Since then mountains and torrents, and whatever separates and alienates, have interposed between us, and even if we wanted to come to one another, we could no longer do so ! When, however, you now remember that small plank, you have no longer words,— but merely sobs and amazement. 17. Motivation of Poverty. — We cannot, to be sure, by any artifice make a rich and richly-flowing virtue out of a poor one, but we can gracefully enough reinterpret its poverty into necessity, so that its aspect no longer gives pain to us, and we cease making reproachful faces at fate on account of it. It is thus that the wise gardener does who puts the tiny streamlet of his garden into the arms of a fountain-nymph, and thus motivates the poverty :— and who would not like him need the nymphs ! Ancient Pride. — The ancient savour of nobility is lacking in us, because the ancient slave is lacking in our sentiment. A Greek of noble descent found such immense intermediate stages, and such a distance betwixt his elevation and that ultimate 56 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I baseness, that he could hardly even see the slave plainly : even Plato no longer saw him entirely. It is otherwise with us, accustomed as we are to the doctrine of the equality of men, although not to the equality itself A being who has not the free disposal of himself and has not got leisure, — that is not regarded by us as anything con- temptible ; there is perhaps too much of this kind of slavishness in each of us, in accordance with the conditions of our social order and activity, which are fundamentally different from those of the ancients. — The Greek philosopher went through life with the secret feeling that there were many more slaves than people supposed — that is to say, that every one was a slave who was not a philosopher. His pride was puffed up when he considered that even the mightiest of the earth were thus to be looked upon as slaves. This pride is also unfamiliar to us, and impossible ; the word " slave " has not its full force for us even in simile. 19. Evil. — Test the life of the best and most pro- ductive men and nations, and ask yourselves whether a tree which is to grow proudly heaven- ward can dispense with bad weather and tempests : whether disfavour and opposition from without, whether every kind of hatred, jealousy, stubborn- ness, distrust, severity, greed, and violence do not belong to the favouring circumstances without which a great growth even in virtue is hardly possible ? The poison by which the weaker nature THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I S7 is destroyed is strengthening to the strong indi- vidual— and he does not call it poison. 20. Dignity of Folly. — Several millenniums further on in the path of the last century ! — and in every- thing that man does the highest prudence will be exhibited : but just thereby prudence will have lost all its dignity. It will then, sure enough, be necessary to be prudent, but it will also be so usual and common, that a more fastidious taste will feel this necessity as vulgarity. And just as a tyranny of truth and science would be in a position to raise the value of falsehood, a tyranny of prudence could force into prominence a new species of noble- ness. To be noble — that might then mean, perhaps, to be capable of follies. 21. To the Teachers of Unselfishness. — The virtues of a man are called good, not in respect to the results they have for himself, but in respect to the results which we expect therefrom for ourselves and for society: — we have all along had very little unselfish- ness, very little " non-egoism " in our praise of the virtues ! For otherwise it could not but have been seen that the virtues (such as diligence, obedience, chastity, piety, justice) are mostly injurious to their possessors, as impulses which rule in them too vehemently and ardently, and do not want to be kept in co-ordination with the other im- pulses by the reason. If you have a virtue, an actual, perfect virtue (and not merely a kind of 58 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I impulse towards virtue !)-you are its victim / But your neighbour praises your virtue precisely on that account ! One praises the diligent man though he injures his sight, or the originality and freshness of his spirit, by his diligence; the youth is honoured and regretted who has "worn himself out by work," because one passes the judgnient that "for society as a whole the loss of the best individual is only a small sacrifice! A pity that this sacrifice should be necessary ! A much greater pity it is true, if the individual should thmk differ- ently, and regard his preservation and development as more important than his work in the service of society'" And so one regrets this youth, not on his own account, but because a devoted instrument, regardless of self-a so-called "good man, has been lost to society by his death Perhaps one further considers the question, whether it would not have been more advantageous for the interests of society if he had laboured with less disregard of himself, and had preserved himself longer,-mdeed one readily admits an advantage therefrom but one esteems the other advantage, namely, that a sacrifice has been made, and that the disposition of the sacrificial animal has once more been obvtously endorsed-as higher and more enduring. It is accordingly, on the one part the instrumental character in the virtues which is praised when the virtues are praised, and on the other part the blind, ruling impulse in every virtue which refuses to let itself be kept within bounds by the general advantage to the individual; in short, _ what is praised is the unreason in the virtues, in conse- THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 59 quencc of which the individual allows himself to be transformed into a function of the whole. The praise of the virtues is the praise of something which is privately injurious to the individual ; it is praise of impulses which deprive man of his noblest self-love, and the power to take the best care of himself. To be sure, for the teaching and embody- ing of virtuous habits a series of effects of virtue are displayed, which make it appear that virtue and private advantage are closely related, — and there is in fact such a relationship ! Blindly furious diligence, for example, the typical virtue of an instrument, is represented as the way to riches and honour, and as the most beneficial antidote to tedium and passion : but people are silent concern- ing its danger, its greatest dangerousness. Educa- tion proceeds in this manner throughout : it endeavours, by a series of enticements and advan- tages, to determine the individual to a certain mode of thinking and acting, which, when it has become habit, impulse and passion, rules in him and over him, in opposition to his ultimate advantage^ but " for the general good." How often do I see that blindly furious diligence does indeed create riches and honours, but at the same time deprives the organs of the refinement by virtue of which alone an enjoyment of riches and honours is possible ; so that really the main expedient for combating tedium and passion, simultaneously blunts the senses and makes the spirit refractory towards new stimuli ! (The busiest of all ages — our age — does not know how to make anything out of its great diligence and wealth, except always 6o THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I more and more wealth, and more and more diligence; there is even more genius needed for laying out wealth than for acquiring it!— Well, we shall have our "grandchildren"!) If the educa- tion succeeds, every virtue of the individual is a . public utility, and a private disadvantage in respect to the highest private end,— probably some psycho- aesthetic stunting, or even premature dissolution. One should consider successively from the same standpoint the virtues of obedience, chastity, piety, and justice. The praise of the unselfish, self- sacrificing, virtuous person— he, consequently, who does not expend his whole energy and reason for his own conservation, development, elevation, furtherance and augmentation of power, but lives as regards himself unassumingly and thoughtlessly, perhaps even indifferently or ironically,— this praise has in any case not originated out of the spirit of unselfishness ! The " neighbour " praises unselfish- ness because he profits by it! If the neighbour were "unselfishly" disposed himself, he would reject that destruction of power, that injury for his advantage, he would thwart such inclinations in their origin, and above all he would manifest his unselfishness just by not giving it a good name! The fundamental contradiction in that morality which at present stands in high honour is here indicated : the motives to such a morality are in antithesis to its principle! That with which this morality wishes to prove itself, refutes it out of. its criterion of what is moral ! The maxim, " Thou Shalt renounce thyself and offer . thyself as a sacrifice," in order not to be inconsistent with its THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 6 1 own morality, could only be decreed by a being who himself renounced his own advantage thereby, and who perhaps in the required self-sacrifice of individuals brought about his own dissolution. As soon, however, as the neighbour (or society) recommended altruism on account of its utility, the precisely antithetical proposition, " Thou shalt seek thy advantage even at the expense of everybody else," was brought into use: accordingly, "thou shalt," and " thou shalt not," are preached in one breath ! 22. LOrdre du Jour pour le i?^/.— The day com- mences : let us begin to arrange for this day the business and fetes of our most gracious lord, who at present is still pleased to repose. His Majesty has bad weather to-day : we shall be careful not to call it bad; we shall not speak of the weather,— but we shall go through to-day's business somewhat more ceremoniously and make the fgtes somewhat more festive than would otherwise be necessary. His Majesty may perhaps even be sick : we shall give the last good news of the evening at breakfast, the arrival of M. Montaigne, who knows how to joke so pleasantly about his sickness,— he suffers from stone. We shall receive several persons (persons ! — what would that old inflated frog, who will be among them, say, if he heard this word ! " I am no person," he would say, "but always the thing itself ")— and the reception will last longer than is pleasant to anybody; a sufficient reason for telling about the poet who wrote over his door, " He who 62 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, enters here will do me an honour ; he who does not— a favour."— That is, forsooth, saying a discour- teous thing in a courteous manner ! And perhaps this poet is quite justified on his part in being discourteous ; they say that his rhymes are better than the rhymester. Well, let him still make many of them, and withdraw himself as much as possible from the world: and that is doubtless the signi- ficance of his well-bred rudeness! A prince, on the other hand, is always of more value than his "verse," even when — but what are we about ? We gossip, and the whole court believes that we have already been at work and racked our brains : there is no light to be seen earlier than that which burns in our window.— Hark ! Was that not the bell? The devil! The day and the dance commence, and we do not know our rounds ! We must then improvise, — all the world improvises its day. To- day, let us for once do like all the world !— And therewith vanished my wonderful morning dream, probably owing to the violent strokes of the tower- clock, which just then announced the fifth hour with all the importance which is peculiar to it. It seems to me that on this occasion the God of dreams wanted to make merry over my habits,— it is my habit to commence the day by arranging » it properly, to make it endurable for myself, and it is possible that I may often have done this too formally, and too much like a prince. 23- The Characteristics of Corruption.— 'LQt us observe the following characteristics in that condition of THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 63 society from time to time necessary, which is desig- nated by the word " corruption," I mmediately upon the appearance of corruption anywhere, a motley superstition gets the upper hand, and the hitherto universal belief of a people becomes colourless and impotent in comparison with it ; for superstition is freethinking of the second rank,— he who gives himself over to it selects certain forms and formulae which appeal to him, and permits himself a right of choice. The superstitious man is always much more of a " person," in comparison with the religious man, and a superstitious society will be one in which there are many individuals, and a delight in individuality. Seen from this standpoint supersti- tion always appears as a progress in comparison with belief, and as a sign that the intellect becomes more independent and claims to have its rights. Those who reverence the old religion and the religious disposition then complain of corruption, — they have hitherto also determined the usage of language, and have given a bad repute to supersti- tion, even among the freest spirits. Let us learn that it is a symptom of enlightenment. — Secondly, a society in which corruption takes a hold is blamed for effeminacy: for the appreciation of war, and the delight in war, perceptibly diminish in such a society, and the conveniences of life are now just as eagerly sought after as were military and gymnastic honours formerly. But one is accus- tomed to overlook the fact that the old national energy and national passion, which acquired a magnificent splendour in war and in the tourney, has now transferred itself into innumerable private 64 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I passions, and has merely become less visible; indeed in periods of " corruption " the quantity and quality of the expended energy of a people is prob- ably greater than ever, and the individual spends it lavishly, to such an extent as could not be done formerly — he was not then rich enough to do so ! And thus it is precisely in times of " effeminacy " that tragedy runs at large in and out of doors, it is then that ardent love and ardent hatred are born, and the flame of knowledge flashes heaven- ward in full blaze. — Thirdly, as if in amends for the reproach of superstition and effeminacy, it is cus- tomary to say of such periods of corruption that they are milder, and that cruelty has then greatly diminished in comparison with the older, more credulous, and stronger period. But to this praise I am just as little able to assent as to that reproach : I only grant so much — namely, that cruelty now becomes more refined, and its older forms are henceforth counter to the taste ; but the wounding and torturing by word and look reaches its highest development in times of corruption, — it is now only that wickedness is created, and the delight in wicked- ness. The men of the period of corruption are witty and calumnious ; they know that there are yet other ways of murdering than by the dagger and the ambush — they know also that all that is well said is believed in. — Fourthly, it is when " morals decay " that those beings whoTi one calls tyrants first make their appearance ; they are the forerunners of the individual, and as it were early matured firstlings. Yet a little while, and this fruit of fruits hangs ripe and yellow on the tree of THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 6$ a people, — and only for the sake of such fruit did this tree exist ! When the decay has reached its worst, and likewise the conflict of all sorts of tyrants, there always arises the Caesar, the final tyrant, who puts an end to the exhausted struggle for sove- reignty, by making the exhaustedness work for him. In his time the individual is usually most mature, and consequently the "culture" is highest and most fruitful, but not on his account nor through him : although the men of highest culture love to flatter their Caesar by pretending that they are Ms creation. The truth, however, is that they need quietness externally, because they have disquietude and labour internally. In these times bribery and treason are at their height : for the love of the e£^o, then first discovered, is much more powerful than the love of the old, used-up, hackneyed "father- land" ; and the need to be secure in one way or other against the frightful fluctuations of fortune, opens even the nobler hands, as soon as a richer and more powerful person shows himself ready to put gold into them. There is then so little certainty with regard to the future ; people live only for the day : a psychical condition which enables every deceiver to play an easy game, — people of course only let themselves be misled and bribed " for the present," and reserve for themselves futurity and virtue. The individuals, as is well known, the men who only live for themselves, provide for the moment more than do their opposites, the gregarious men, because they consider themselves just as incalcul- able as the future ; and similarly they attach them- selves willingly to despots, because they believe 5 65 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I themselves capable of activities and expedients, which can neither reckon on being understood by the multitude, nor on finding favour with them - but the tyrant or the C^sar understands the rights of the individual even in his excesses, and has an interest in speaking on behalf of a bolder private morality, and even in giving his hand to it For he thinks of himself, and wishes people to think of him what Napoleon once uttered in his classica style—" I have the right to answer by an eternal 'thus I am' to everything about which complaint is brought against me. I am apart from all the world. I accept conditions from nobody I wish people also to submit to my fancies, and to take it quite as a simple matter, if I should indulge in this or that diversion." Thus spoke Napoleon once to his wife, when she had reasons for calling in question the fidelity of her husband.-The times of corruption are the seasons when the apples fall from the tree: I mean the individuals, the seed- bearers of the future, the pioneers of spiritua colonisation, and of a new construction of national and social unions. Corruption is only an abusive term for the harvest time of a people. 24. Different Dissatisfactions.— 1\iQ feeble and as it were feminine dissatisfied people, have ingenuity for beautifying and deepening life; the strong dissatisfied people-the masculine persons among them to continue the metaphor— have ingenuity for improving and safeguarding life. The former THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 6/ show their weakness and feminine character by willingly letting themselves be temporarily deceived, and perhaps even by putting up with a little ecstasy and enthusiasm on a time, but on the whole they are never to be satisfied, and suffer from the incurability of their dissatisfaction ; moreover they are the patrons of all those who manage to concoct opiate and narcotic comforts, and on that account are averse to those who value the physician higher than the priest, — they thereby encourage the continuance of actual distress ! If there had not been a surplus of dissatisfied persons of this kind in Europe since the time of the Middle Ages, the remarkable capacity of Europeans for constant transformation would perhaps not have originated at all ; for the claims of the strong dissatisfied persons are too gross, and really too modest to resist being finally quieted down. China is an instance of a country in which dissatisfaction on a grand scale and the capacity for transformation have died out for many centuries ; and the Socialists and state-idolaters of Europe could easily bring things to Chinese conditions and to a Chinese " happiness," with their measures for the ameliora- tion and security of life, provided that they could first of all root out the sicklier, tenderer, more feminine dissatisfaction and Romanticism which are still very abundant among us. Europe is an invalid who owes her best thanks to her incurability and the eternal transformations of her sufferings ; these constant new situations, these equally con- stant new dangers, pains, and make-shifts, have at last generated an intellectual sensitiveness which is 68 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I almost equal to genius, and is in any case the mother of all genius. 25. Not Pre-ordained to Knowledge.— There is a pur- blind humility not at all rare, and when a person is afflicted with it, he is once for all disquahfied for being a disciple of knowledge. It is this in fact: the moment a man of this kind perceives anything striking, he turns as it were on his heel and says to himself: "You have deceived yourself! Where have your wits been! This cannot be the truth ! "-and then, instead of looking at it and listening to it with more attention, he runs out of the way of the striking object as if intimidated, and seeks to get it out of his head as q^ckly as oossible. For his fundamental rule runs thus : 1 want to see nothing that contradicts the "sual opinion concerning things ! Am / created for the purpose of discovering new truths? There are already too many of the old ones." 26. What is i,Vm^?-Living-thatis to continually eliminate from ourselves what is about to die; L "ng-that is to be cruel and inexorable towards all that becomes weak and old in ourselves and not only in ourselves. Living-that means, there- ?ore to be without piety toward the dymg, the wretched and the old? To be continually a mur- derer p-And yet old Moses said : " Thou shalt not kill!" THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 69 27. The Self-Renouncer. — What does the self- renouncer do? He strives after a higher world, he wants to fly longer and further and higher than all men of affirmation — he throws away many things that would impede his flight, and several things among them that are not valueless, that are not unpleasant to him : he sacrifices them to his desire for elevation. Now this sacrificing, this casting away, is the very thing which becomes visible in him : on that account one calls him a self- renouncer, and as such he stands before us, enveloped in his cowl, and as the soul of a hair-shirt. With this effect, however, which he makes upon us he is well content: he wants to keep concealed from us his desire, his pride, his intention of flying above us. — Yes ! He is wiser than we thought, and so courteous towards us — this aflfirmer! For that is what he is, like us, even in his self-renunciation. 28. Injuring with one's best Qualities. — Our strong points sometimes drive us so far forward that we cannot any longer endure our weaknesses, and we perish by them : we also perhaps see this result beforehand, but nevertheless do not want it to be otherwise. We then become hard towards that which would fain be spared in us, and our pitiless - ness is also our greatness. Such an experience, which must in the end cost us our liie, is a symbol i 70 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I of the collective effect of great men upon others and upon their epoch :— it is just with their best abilities, with that which only they can do, that they destroy much that is weak, uncertain, evolving, and willing, and are thereby injurious. Indeed, the case may happen in which, taken on the whole, they only do injury, because their best is accepted and drunk up as it were solely by those who lose their understanding and their egoism by it, as by too strong a beverage ; they become so intoxicated that they go breaking their limbs on all the wrong roads where their drunkenness drives them. 29. Adventitious Liars. — ^hen people began to combat the unity of Aristotle in France, and con- sequently also to defend it, there was once more to be seen that which has been seen so often, but seen so unwillingly -.—people imposed false reasons on themselves on account of which those laws ought to exist, merely for the sake of not acknowledgmg to themselves that they had accustomed themselves to the authority of those laws, and did not want any longer to have things otherwise. And people do so in every prevailing morality and religion, and have always done so: the reasons and intentions behind the habit, are only added surreptitiously when people begin to combat the habit, and ask for reasons and intentions. It is here that the great dishonesty of the conservatives of all times hides : —they are adventitious liars. THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 7* 30. The Comedy of Celebrated Men. — Celebrated men who need their fame, as, for instance, all politicians, no longer select their associates and friends without fore-thought: from the one they want a portion of the splendour and reflection of his virtues ; from the other they want the fear-inspiring power of certain dubious qualities in him, of which every- body is aware ; from another they steal his reputa- tion for idleness and basking in the sun, because it is advantageous for their own ends to be regarded temporarily as heedless and lazy : — it conceals the fact that they lie in ambush; they now use the visionaries, now the experts, now the brooders, now the pedants in their neighbourhood, as their actual selves for the time; but very soon they do not need them any longer ! And thus while their en- vironment and outside die off continually, every- thing seems to crowd into this environment, and wants to become a " character " of it ; they are like great cities in this respect. Their repute is continually in process of mutation, like their character, for their changing methods require this change, and they show and exhibit sometimes this and sometimes that actual or fictitious quality on the stage ; their friends and associates, as we have said, belong to these stage properties. On the other hand, that which they aim at must remain so much the more steadfast, and burnished and resplendent in the distance,— and this also sometimes needs its comedy and its stage-play. 72 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 31- Commerce and Nodth'iy.— Buying and selling is now regarded as something ordinary, like the art of reading and writing ; everyone is now trained to it even when he is not a tradesman exercising himself daily in the art ; precisely as formerly in the period of uncivilised humanity, everyone was a hunter and exercised himself day by day in the art of hunting. Hunting was then something common : but just as this finally became a privilege of the powerful and noble, and thereby lost the character of the commonplace and the ordinary — by ceasing to be necessary and by becoming an affair of fancy and luxury,— so it might become the same some day with buying and selling. Condi- tions of society are imaginable in which there will be no selling and buying, and in which the necessity for this art will become quite lost ; perhaps it may then happen that individuals who are less subjected to the law of the prevailing condition of things will indulge in buying and selling as a luxury of sentiment. It is then only that commerce would acquire nobility, and the noble would then perhaps occupy themselves just as readily with commerce as they have done hitherto with war and politics : while on the other hand the valuation of politics might then have entirely altered. Already even politics ceases to be the business of a gentleman ; and it is possible that one day it may be found to be so vulgar as to be brought, like all party literature and daily literature, under the rubric : " Prostitution of the intellect." THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 73 32. Undesirable Disciples. — What shall I do with these two youths! called out a philosopher dejectedly, who "corrupted" youths, as Socrates had once corrupted them, — they are unwelcome disciples to me. One of them cannot say " Nay," and the other says " Half and half" to everything. Provided they grasped my doctrine, the former would suffer too much, for my mode of thinking requires a martial soul, willingness to cause pain, delight in denying, and a hard skin, — he would succumb by open wounds and internal injuries. And the other will choose the mediocre in every- thing he represents, and thus make a mediocrity of the whole, — I should like my enemy to have such a disciple. 33. Outside the Lecture-room. — " In order to prove that man after all belongs to the good-natured animals, I would remind you how credulous he has been for so long a time. It is now only, quite late, and after an immense self-conquest, that he has become a distrustful animal, — yes ! man is now more wicked than ever." — I do not understand this ; why should man now be more distrustful and more wicked? — "Because now he has science, — because he needs to have it ! " — 34. Historia abscondita. — Every great man has a power which operates backward ; all history is 74 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I again placed on the scales on his account, and a thousand secrets of the past crawl out of their lurking-places— into his sunlight. There is ab- solutely no knowing what history may be some day The past is still perhaps undiscovered in its essence! There is yet so much reintrepretmg ability needed 1 35. Heresy and Witchcraft-lo think otherwise than is customary-that is by no means so much the activity of a better intellect, as the activity of strong, wicked inclinations,— severing, isolating, refractory, mischief-loving, malicious inclinations. Heresy is the counterpart of witchcraft, and is certainly just as little a merely harmless affair, or a thing worthy of honour in itself. Heretics and sorcerers are two kinds of bad men ; they have it in common that they also feel themselves wicked; their unconquerable delight is to attack and injure whatever rules,-whether it be men or opinions. The Reformation, a kind of duplication of the spirit of the Middle Ages at a time when it had no longer a good conscience, produced both of these kinds of people in the greatest profusion. 36. Last Words.-lt will be recollected that the Emperor Augustus, that terrible man, who had himself as much in his own power and could be silent as well as any wise Socrates, became indiscreet about himself in his last words; for THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 75 the first time he let his mask fall, when he gave to understand that he had carried a mask and played a comedy, — he had played the father of his country and wisdom on the throne well, even to the point of illusion I Plaudite amiciy comoedia finita est ! — The thought of the dying Nero: qualis artifex pereo ! was also the thought of the dying Augustus : histrionic conceit! histrionic loquacity! And the very counterpart to the dying Socrates! — But Tiberius died silently, that most tortured of all self-torturers, — he was genuine and not a stage- player! What may have passed through his head in the end ! Perhaps this : " Life — that is a long death. I am a fool, who shortened the lives of so many ! Was / created for the purpose of being a benefactor ? I should have given them eternal life : and then I could have seen them dying eternally. I had such good eyes for that : qualis spectator pereo!" When he seemed once more to regain his powers after a long death-struggle, it was considered advisable to smother him with pillows, — he died a double death. 37. Owingto three Errors. — Science has been furthered during recent centuries, partly because it was hoped that God's goodness and wisdom would be best understood therewith and thereby — the principal motive in the soul of great Englishmen (like Newton) ; partly because the absolute utility of knowledge was believed in, and especially the most intimate connection of morality, knowledge, and happiness — the principal motive in the soul of great 7^ THE JOYFUL WISDOM, 1 Frenchmen (like Voltaire) ; and partly because it was thought that in science there was something unselfish, harmless, self-sufficing, lovable, and truly innocent to be had, in which the evil human impulses did not at all participate — the principal motive in the soul of Spinoza, who felt himself divine, as a knowing being : — it is consequently owing to three errors that science has been furthered. 38. Explosive People. — When one considers how ready are the forces of young men for discharge, one does not wonder at seeing them decide so uncritically and with so little selection for this or that cause : that which attracts them is the sight of eagerness for a cause, as ' it were the sight of the burning match — not the cause itself. The more ingenious seducers on that account operate by holding out the prospect of an explosion to such persons, and do not urge their cause by means of reasons ; these powder-barrels are not won over by means of reasons ! 39. Altered Taste. — The alteration of the general taste is more important than the alteration of opinions ; opinions, with all their proving, refuting, and intellectual masquerade, are merely symptoms of altered taste, and are certainly not what they are still so often claimed to be, the causes of the altered taste. How does the general taste alter? By the fact of individuals, the powerful THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I ^7 and influential persons, expressing and tyrannically enforcing without any feeling of shame, their hoc est ridiculum, hoc est absurdum; the decisions, there- fore, of their taste and their disrelish : — they thereby lay a constraint upon many people, out of which there gradually grows a habituation for still more, and finally a necessity for all. The fact, however, that these individuals feel and " taste " differently, has usually its origin in a peculiarity of their mode of life, nourishment, or digestion, perhaps in a surplus or deficiency of the inorganic salts in their blood and brain, in short in their physis ; they have, however, the courage to avow their physical constitution, and to lend an ear even to the most delicate tones of its requirements : their aesthetic and moral judgments are those " most delicate tones " of their physis, 40. The Lack of a noble Presence. — Soldiers and their leaders have always a much higher mode of com- portment toward one another than workmen and their employers. At present at least, all militarily established civilisation still stands high above all so-called industrial civilisation; the latter, in its present form, is in general the meanest mode of existence that has ever been. It is simply the law of necessity that operates here : people want to live, and have to sell themselves; but they despise him who exploits their necessity and purchases the workman. It is curious that the subjection to powerful, fear-inspiring, and even dreadful individuals, to tyrants and leaders of 78 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I armies, is not at all felt so painfully as the sub- jection to such undistinguished and uninteresting persons as the captains of industry ; in the em- ployer the workman usually sees merely a crafty, blood-sucking dog of a man, speculating on every necessity, whose name, form, character, and reputa- tion are altogether indifferent to him. It is prob- able that the manufacturers and great magnates of commerce have hitherto lacked too much all those forms and attributes of a superior race, which alone make persons interesting ; if they had had the nobility of the nobly-born in their looks and bearing, there would perhaps have been no socialism in the masses of the people. For these are really ready for slavery of every kind, provided that the superior class above them constantly shows itself legitimately superior, and born to command— by its noble presence ! The commonest man feels that nobility is not to be improvised, and that it is his part to honour it as the fruit of protracted race- culture,— but the absence of superior presence, and the notorious vulgarity of manufacturers with red, fat hands, brings up the thought to him that it is only chance and fortune that has here elevated the one above the other; well then — so he reasons with himself— let us in our turn tempt chance and fortune ! Let us in our turn throw the dice !— and socialism commences. 41. Against Remorse. — The thinker sees in his own actions attempts and questionings to obtain information about something or other; success THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 79 and failure are answers to him first and foremost. To vex himself, however, because something does not succeed, or to feel remorse at all — he leaves that to those who act because they are commanded to do so, and expect to get a beating when their gracious master is not satisfied with the result. 42. Work and Ennui. — In respect to seeking work for the sake of the pay, almost all men are alike at present in civilised countries ; to all of them work is a means, and not itself the end ; on which account they are not very select in the choice of the work, provided it yields an abundant profit. But still there are rarer men who would rather perish than work without delight in their labour : the fastidious people, difficult to satisfy, whose object is not served by an abundant profit, unless the work itself be the reward of all rewards. Artists and contemplative men of all kinds belong to this rare species of human beings ; and also the idlers who spend their life in hunting and travelling, or in love-affairs and adventures. They all seek toil and trouble in so far as these are associated with pleasure, and they want the severest and hardest labour, if it be necessary. In other respects, how- ever, they have a resolute indolence, even should impoverishment, dishonour, and danger to health and life be associated therewith. They are not so much afraid of ennui as of labour without pleasure ; indeed they require much ennui, if their work is to succeed with them. For the thinker and for all inventive spirits ennui is the unpleasant "calm" 8q the joyful wisdom, I of the soul which precedes the happy voyage and the dancing breezes ; he must endure it, he must await the effect it has on him :— it is precisely this which lesser natures cannot at all experience ! It is common to scare away ennui in every way, just as it is common to labour without pleasure. It perhaps distinguishes the Asiatics above the Euro- peans, that they are capable of a longer and pro- founder repose ; even their narcotics operate slowly and require patience, in contrast to the obnoxious suddenness of the European poison, alcohol. 43- What the Laws Betray.— On& makes a great mis- take when one studies the penal laws of a people, as if they were an expression of its character ; the laws do not betray what a people is, but what appears to them foreign, strange, monstrous, and outlandish. The laws concern themselves with the exceptions to the morality of custom ; and the severest punishments fall on acts which conform to the customs of the neighbouring peoples. Thus among the Wahabites, there are only two mortal sms : having another God than the Wahabite God, and— smoking (it is designated by them as "the disgraceful kind of drinking"). "And how is it with regard to murder and adultery ? "-asked the Englishman with astonishment on learning these thmgs. Wei, God is gracious and pitiful!" answered the old chief —Thus among the ancient Romans there was the idea that a woman could only sin mortally in two ways : by adultery on the one hand, and— by wine-drinking on the other. Old Cato pretended THE JOYFUL WISDOM, 1 8l that kissing among relatives had only been made a custom in order to keep women in control on this point ; a kiss meant : did her breath smell of wine ? Wives had actually been punished by death who were surprised taking wine : and certainly not merely because women under the influence of wine sometimes unlearn altogether the art of saying No ; the Romans were afraid above all things of the orgi- astic and Dionysian spirit with which the women of Southern Europe at that time (when wine was still new in Europe) were sometimes visited, as by a monstrous foreignness which subverted the basis of Roman sentiments; it seemed to them treason against Rome, as the embodiment of foreignness. 44. The Believed Motive. — However important it may be to know the motives according to which man- kind has really acted hitherto, perhaps the belief in this or that motive, and therefore that which mankind has assumed and imagined to be the actual mainspring of its activity hitherto, is some- thing still more essential for the thinker to know. For the internal happiness and misery of men have always come to them through their belief in this or that motive, — not however, through that which was actually the motive! All about the latter has an interest of secondary rank. 45. Epicurus, — Yes, I am proud of perceiving the character of Epicurus differently from anyone else 6 82 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I perhaps, and of enjoying the happiness of the afternoon of antiquity in all that I hear and read of him:— I see his eye gazing out on a broad whitish sea, over the shore-rocks on which the sunshine rests, while great and small creatures play in its light, secure and calm like this light and that eye itself. Such happiness could only have been devised by a chronic sufferer, the happiness of an eye before which the sea of existence has become calm, and which can no longer tire of gazing at the surface and at the variegated, tender, tremulous skin of this sea. Never previously was there such a moderation of voluptuousness. 46. Our Astonishment— There is a profound and fundamental satisfaction in the fact that science ascertains things that hold their ground, and again furnish the basis for new researches :— it could certainly be otherwise. Indeed, we are so much convinced of all the uncertainty and caprice of our judgments, and of the everlasting change of all human laws and conceptions, that we are really astonished how persistently the results of science hold their ground ! In earlier times people knew nothing of this changeability of all human things ; the custom of morality maintained the belief that the whole inner life of man was bound to iron necessity by eternal fetters :— perhaps people then felt a similar voluptuousness of astonishment when they listened to tales and fairy stories. The wonderful did so much good to those men, who might well get tired sometimes of the regular and THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 83 the eternal. To leave the ground for once 1 To soar ! To stray ! To be mad ! — that belonged to the paradise and the revelry of earlier times ; while our felicity is like that of the shipwrecked man who has gone ashore, and places himself with both feet on the old, firm ground — in astonishment that it does not rock. 47. The Suppression of the Passions. — When one continually prohibits the expression of the passions as something to be left to the " vulgar," to coarser, bourgeois, and peasant natures — that is, when one does not want to suppress the passions themselves, but only their language and demeanour, one never- theless realises therewith just what one does not want : the suppression of the passions themselves, or at least their weakening and alteration, — as the court of Louis XIV. (to cite the most instructive instance), and all that was dependent on it, ex- perienced. The generation that followed^ trained in suppressing their expression, no longer pos- sessed the passions themselves, but had a pleasant, superficial, playful disposition in their place, — a generation which was so permeated with the incapacity to be ill-mannered, that even an injury was not taken and retaliated, except with court- eous words. Perhaps our own time furnishes the most remarkable counterpart to this period : I see everywhere (in life, in the theatre, and not least in all that is written) satisfaction at all the coarser outbursts and gestures of passion ; a certain convention of passionateness is now desired, — 84 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I only not the passion itself! Nevertheless // will thereby be at last reached, and our posterity wil have a genuine savagery,^ and not merely a formal savagery and unmannerliness. 48. Knowledge of Distress. -Vexh^ps there is nothing by which men and periods are so much separated from one another, as by the different degrees of knowledge of distress which they possess ; distress of the soul as well as of the body. With respect to the latter, owing to lack of sufficient self- experience, we men of the present day (in spite of our deficiencies and infirmities), are perhaps all of us blunderers and visionaries in comparison with the men of the age of fear -the longest of all ages,— when the individual had to pro- tect himself against violence, and for that purpose had to be a man of violence himself At that time a man went through a long schooling of corporeal tortures and privations, and found even in a certain kind of cruelty toward himself, in a voluntary use of pain, a necessary means for his preservation; at that time a person trained his environment to the endurance of pain; at that time a Pe^^ori willingly inflicted pain, and saw the most frightful things of this kind happen to others, without having any other feeling than for his own security. As regards the distress of the soul however, I now look at every man with respect to whether he knows it by experience or by description ; whether he still regards it as necessary to simulate this knowledge, perhaps as an indica- THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I ^5 tion of more refined culture ; or whether, at the bottom of his heart, he does not at all believe in great sorrows of soul, and at the naming of them calls to mind a similar experience as at the naming of great corporeal sufferings, such as tooth- aches, and stomach-aches. It is thus, however, that it seems to be with most people at present. Owing to the universal inexperience of both kinds of pain, and the comparative rarity of the spectacle of a sufferer, an important consequence results : people now hate pain far more than earlier man did, and calumniate it worse than ever ; indeed people nowadays can hardly endure the thought of pain, and make out of it an affair of con- science and a reproach to collective existence. The appearance of pessimistic philosophies is not at all the sign of great and dreadful miseries; for these interrogative marks regarding the worth of life appear in periods when the refinement and alleviation of existence already deem the unavoidable gnat-stings of the soul and body as altogether too bloody and wicked ; and in the poverty of actual experiences of pain, would now like to make painful general ideas appear as suffering of the worst kind. — There might indeed be a remedy for pessimistic philosophies and the excessive sensibility which seems to me the real " distress of the present " : — but perhaps this remedy already sounds too cruel, and would itself be reckoned among the symptoms owing to which people at present conclude that " existence is some- thing evil." Well 1 the remedy for " the distress " is distress. gg THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 49- Magnanimity and allied e»«««^.-Those para- doxicfl phenomena, such as the sudden coldness in the demeanour of good-natured men, the humour of the melancholy, and above all magnantm.ty.^s a sudden renunciation of revenge or of the grat - fication of envy-appear in men m whom 'here .s a powerful inner impulsiveness, m men of sudden satiety and sudden disgust. Their satisfactions are so rapid and violent that satiety, aversion and Hight into the antithetical taste, immediately follow upon them : in this contrast the convulsion of filing liberates itself, in one person by sudden coldness, in another by laughter, and in a third by tear; and self-sacrifice. The -"-g"^"™"";, irson appears to me-at least that kmd of maranir^ous person who has always made most tapression-as a man with the strongest thirst for vengeance, to whom a gratification P«=«f '^^'^ cJe at hand, and who already drinks it off .« imagination so copiously, thoroughly, and to the last drop, that an excessive, rapid disgust follows this rapid licentiousness ;-he now elevates himself 'abJve'himself." as one says, and forgiv^ his enemy, yea, blesses and honours him. With this vXce done to himself, however, with this mockery of his impulse to revenge, even still so powerM he merely yields to the new impulse, the disgust whi"h ha's become powerful, and does this jus as impatiently and licentiously, as a short time previously ^forestalled, and as it were exhausted the]oy of revenge with his fantasy. In magnanimity THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 87 there is the same amount of egoism as in revenge, but a different quality of egoism. SO. The Argument of Isolation. — The reproach of conscience, even in the most conscientious, is weak against the feeling: "This and that are contrary to the good morals oi your society." A cold glance or a wry mouth on the part of those among whom and for whom one has been educated, is sWW feared even by the strongest. What is really feared there ? Isolation \ as the argument which demolishes even the best arguments for a person or cause! — It is thus that the gregarious instinct speaks in us. 51. Sense for Truth. — Commend me to all scepticism where I am permitted to answer : " Let us put it to the test ! " But I don't wish to hear anything more of things and questions which do not admit of being tested. That is the limit of my " sense for truth " : for bravery has there lost its right. 52. What others Know of «j.— That which we know of ourselves and have in our memory is not so decisive for the happiness of our life as is generally believed. One day it flashes upon our mind what others know of us (or think they know)— and then we acknowledge that it is the more powerful. We get on with our bad conscience more easily than with our bad reputation. o8 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I Where Goodness Begins. — Where bad eyesight can no longer see the evil impulse as such, on account of its refinement,— there man sets up the kingdom of goodness ; and the feeling of having now gone over into the kingdom of goodness brings all those impulses (such as the feelings of security, of com- fortableness, of benevolence) into simultaneous activity, which were threatened and confined by the evil impulses. Consequently, the duller the eye so much the further does goodness extend ! Hence the eternal cheerfulness of the populace and of children ! Hence the gloominess and grief (allied to the bad conscience) of great thinkers. 54. The Consciousness of Appearance. — How won- derfully and novelly, and at the same time how awfully and ironically, do I feel myself situated with respect to collective existence, with my know- ledge ! I have discovered for myself that the old humanity and animality, yea, the collective primeval age, and the past of all sentient being, continues to meditate, love, hate, and reason in me,— I have suddenly awoke in the midst of this dream, but merely to the consciousness that I just dream, and that I must dream on in order not to perish ; just as the sleep-walker must dream on in order not to tumble down. What is it that is now "appear- ance" to me! Verily, not the antithesis of any kind of essence,— what knowledge can I assert of any kind of essence whatsoever, except merely the THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I 89 predicates of its appearance ! Verily not a dead mask which one could put upon an unknown X, and which to be sure one could also remove ! Appearance is for me the operating and living thing itself; which goes so far in its self-mockery as to make me feel that here there is appearance, and Will o' the Wisp, and spirit-dance, and nothing more, — that among all these dreamers, I also, the "thinker," dance my dance, that the thinker is a means of prolonging further the terrestrial dance, and in so far is one of the masters of ceremony of existence, and that the sublime con- sistency and connectedness of all branches of knowledge is perhaps, and will perhaps, be the best means for maintaining the universality of the dreaming, the complete, mutual understandability of all those dreamers, and thereby tha duration of the dream. 55- The Ultimate Nobility of Character. — What then makes a person " noble " ? Certainly not that he makes sacrifices ; even the frantic libertine makes sacrifices. Certainly not that he generally follows his passions ; there are contemptible passions. Certainly not that he does something for others, and without selfishness ; perhaps the effect of selfishness is precisely at its greatest in the noblest persons. — But that the passion which seizes the noble man is a peculiarity, without his knowing that it is so: the use of a rare and singular measuring-rod, almost a frenzy : the feel- ing of heat in things which feel cold to all othqr 90 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I persons : a divining of values for which scales have not yet been invented : a sacrificing on altars which are consecrated to an unknown God : a bravery without the desire for honour: a self-sufficiency which has superabundance, and imparts to men and things. Hitherto, therefore, it has been the rare in man, and the unconsciousness of this rareness, that has made men noble. Here, however, let us consider that everything ordinary, immediate, and indispensable, in short, what has been most pre- servative of the species, and generally the rulem mankind hitherto, has been judged unreasonable and calumniated in its entirety by this standard, in favour of the exceptions. To become the advocate of the rule-that may P^^haps be the ultimate form and refinement in which nobility of character will reveal itself on earth. 56. The Desire for Suffering.-V^h^v^ I think of the desire to do something, how it continually tickles and stimulates millions of young Europeans, who cannot endure themselves and all their ennui.- I conceive that there must be a desire in them to suffer something, in order to derive from their suffering a worthy motive for acting, for doing something. Distress is necessary ! Hence the cry of the politicians, hence the many false trumped- up, exaggerated "states of distress" of all possible kinds, and the blind readiness to believe in them This young world desires that there should arrive or appear from the outside-not happmess-but misfortune; and their imagination is already THE JOYFUL WISDOM, I pi busy beforehand to form a monster out of it, so that they may afterwards be able to fight with a monster. If these distress-seekers felt the power to benefit themselves, to do something for themselves from internal sources, they would also understand how to create a distress of their own, specially their own, from internal sources. Their inventions might then be more refined, and their gratifications might sound like good music : while at present they fill the world with their cries of distress, and conse- quently too often with the feeling of distress in the first place 1 They do not know what to make of themselves — and so they paint the misfortune of others on the wall ; they always need others ! And always again other others ! — Pardon me, my friends, I have ventured to paint my happiness on the wall. BOOK SECOND S7' To the Realists. — Ye sober beings, who feel your- selves armed against passion and fantasy, and would gladly make a pride and an ornament out of your emptiness, ye call yourselves realists, and give to understand that the world is actually constituted as it appears to you ; before you alone reality stands unveiled, and ye yourselves would perhaps be the best part of it, — oh, ye dear images of Sais! But are not ye also in your unveiled condition still extremely passionate and dusky beings compared with the fish, and still all too like an enamoured artist ? * — and what is " reality " to an enamoured artist! Ye still carry about with you the valuations of things which had their origin in the passions and infatuations of earlier centuries ! There is still a secret and ineffaceable drunken- ness embodied in your sobriety! Your love of " reality," for example— oh, that is an old, primitive " love " ! In every feeling, in every sense-impres- sion, there is a portion of this old love: and similariy also some kind of fantasy, prejudice, irrationality, ignorance, fear, and whatever else has become mingled and woven into it. There is that mountain ! There is that cloud ! What * Schiller's poem, "The Veiled Image oi Sais," is again referred to here. — Tr. 95 96 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II is " real " in them ? Remove the phantasm and the whole human element therefrom, ye sober ones! Yes, if ye could do that! If ye could forget your origin, your past, your preparatory schooling, — your whole history as man and beast ! There is no " reality " for us — nor for you either, ye sober ones, — we are far from being so alien to one another as ye suppose ; and perhaps our good-will to get beyond drunkenness is just as respectable as your belief that ye are altogether incapable of drunkenness. 58. Only as Creators ! — It has caused me the greatest trouble, and for ever causes me the greatest trouble, to perceive that unspeakably more depends upon what things are called, than on what they are. The reputation, the name and appearance, the importance, the usual measure and weight of things — each being in origin most frequently an error and arbitrariness thrown over the things like a garment, and quite alien to their essence and even to their exterior — have gradually, by the belief therein and its continuous growth from generation to generation, grown as it were on- and-into things and become their very body ; the appearance at the very beginning becomes almost always the essence in the end, and operates as the essence! What a fool he would be who would think it enough to refer here to this origin and this nebulous veil of illusion, in order to annihilate that which virtually passes for the world— namely, so-called " reality " 1 It is only as THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II 97 creators that we can annihilate! — But let us not forget this : it suffices to create new names and valuations and probabilities, in order in the long run to create new " things." 59. We Artists! — When we love a woman we have readily a hatred against nature, on recollecting all the disagreeable natural functions to which every woman is subject ; we prefer not to think of them at all, but if once our soul touches on these things it twitches impatiently, and glances, as we have said, contemptuously at nature : — we are hurt; nature seems to encroach upon our possessions, and with the profanest hands. We then shut our ears against all physiology, and we decree in secret that "we will hear nothing of the fact that man is something else than soul and form!" "The man under the skin" is an abomination and monstrosity, a blasphemy of God and of love to all lovers. — Well, just as the lover still feels with respect to nature and natural functions, so did every worshipper of God and his " holy omnipotence " feel formerly : in all that was said of nature by astronomers, geologists, physiolo- gists, and physicians, he saw an encroachment on his most precious possession, and consequently an attack, — and moreover also an impertinence of the assailant! The "law of nature" sounded to him as blasphemy against God ; in truth he would too willingly have seen the whole of mechanics traced back to moral acts of volition and arbitrari- 7 98 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II ness : — but because nobody could render him this service, he concealed nature and mechanism from himself as best he could, and lived in a dream. Oh, those men of former times understood how to dream, and did not need first to go to sleep ! and we men of the present day also still understand it too well, with all our good-will for wakefulness and daylight! It suffices to love, to hate, to desire, and in general to feel, — immediately the spirit and the power of the dream come over us, and we ascend, with open eyes and indifferent to all danger, the most dangerous paths, to the roofs and towers of fantasy, and without any giddiness, as persons born for climbing — we the night-walkers by day! We artists! We con- cealers of naturalness ! We moon-struck and God- struck ones ! We death-silent, untiring wanderers on heights which we do not see as heights, but as our plains, as our places of safety ! 60. Women and their Effect in the Distance. — Have I still ears? Am I only ear, and nothing else besides? Here I stand in the midst of the surging of the breakers, whose white flames fork up to my feet; — from all sides there is howling, threatening, crying, and screaming at me, while in the lowest depths the old earth-shaker sings his ari a hollow like a roaring bull ; he beats such an earth-' shaker's measure thereto, that even the hearts of these weathered rock-monsters tremble at the sound. Then, suddenly, as if born out of nothing- THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II 99 ness, there appears before the portal of this hellish labyrinth, only a few fathoms distant, — a great sailing-ship gliding silently along like a ghost. Oh, this ghostly beauty ! With what enchantment it seizes me! What? Has all the repose and silence in the world embarked here? Does my happiness itself sit in this quiet place, my happier ego, my second immortalised self? Still not dead, but also no longer living ? As a ghost-like, calm, gazing, gliding, sweeping, neutral being? Similar to the ship, which, with its white sails, like an immense butterfly, passes over the dark sea! Yes ! Passing over existence ! That is it ! That would be it ! It seems that the noise here has made me a visionary ? All great noise causes one to place happiness in the calm and the distance. When a man is in the midst of his hubbub, in the midst of the breakers of his plots and plans, he there sees perhaps calm, enchanting beings glide past him, for whose happiness and retirement he longs — they are women. He almost thinks that there with the women dwells his better self ; that in these calm places even the loudest breakers become still as death, and life itself a dream of life. But still ! but still ! my noble enthusiast, there is also in the most beautiful sailing-ship so much noise and bustling, and alas, so much petty, piti- able bustling ! The enchantment and the most powerful effect of women is, to use the language of philosophers, an effect at a distance, an actio in distans ; there belongs thereto, however, primarily and above all, — distance ! 100 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II 6i. In Honour of Friendship.— Thdl the sentiment of friendship was regarded by antiquity as the highest sentiment, higher even than the most vaunted pride of the self-sufficient and wise, yea, as it were its sole and still holier brotherhood, is very well expressed by the story of the Macedonian king who made the present of a talent to a cynical Athenian philosopher from whom he received it back again. "What?" said the king, "has he then no friend ? " He therewith meant to say, " I honour this pride of the wise and independent man, but I should have honoured his humanity still higher, if the friend in him had gained the victory over his pride. The philosopher has lowered himself in my estimation, for he showed that he did not know one of the two highest sentiments— and in fact the higher of them ! " 62. Love.— LovQ pardons even the passion of the beloved. 63- Woman in Music— Uow does it happen that warm and rainy winds bring the musical mood and the inventive delight in melody with them ? Are they not the same winds that fill the churches and give women amorous thoughts ? 64. Sceptics.— I fear that women who have grown old are more sceptical in the secret recesses of their THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II lOI hearts than any of the men ; they believe in the superficiality of existence as in its essence, and all virtue and profundity is to them only the dis- guising of this " truth," the very desirable disguising of a pudendum,— 2.n affair, therefore, of decency and modesty, and nothing more I 65. Devotedness. — There are noble women with a certain poverty of spirit, who, in order to express their profoundest devotedness, have no other alter- native but to offer their virtue and modesty : it is the highest thing they have. And this present is often accepted without putting the recipient under such deep obligation as the giver supposed, — a very melancholy story ! 66. The Strength of the M^^<2/^.— Women are all skil- ful in exaggerating their weaknesses, indeed they are inventive in weaknesses, so as to seem quite fragile ornaments to which even a grain of dust does harm ; their existence is meant to bring home to man's mind his coarseness, and to appeal to his conscience. They thus defend themselves against the strong and all " rights of might." 67. Self -dissembling. — She loves him now and has since been looking forth with as quiet confidence as a cow ; but alas ! It was precisely his delight that she seemed so fitful and absolutely incompre- hensible ! He had rather too much steady weather 102 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II in himself already! Would she not do well to feign her old character? to feign indifference? Does not— love itself advise her to do so? Vivat comoedia ! 68. Will and Willingness. —Some one brought a youth to a wise man, and said, " See, this is one who is being corrupted by women!" The wise man shook his head and smiled. " It is men," he called out, "who corrupt women; and everything that women lack should be atoned for and improved in men,— for man creates for himself the ideal of woman, and woman moulds herself according to this ideal."—" You are too tender-hearted towards women," said one of the bystanders, " you do not know them ! " The wise man answered : " Man's attribute is will, woman's attribute is willingness,— such is the law of the sexes, verily 1 a hard law for woman ! All human beings are innocent of their existence, women, however, are doubly innocent; who could have enough of salve and gentleness for them ! "—"What about salve ! What about gentle- ness ! " called out another person in the crowd, " we must educate women better ! "— " We must educate men better," said the wise man, and made a sign to the youth to follow him.— The youth, however, did not follow him. 69. Capacity for Revenge.— Th?^ a person cannot and consequently will not defend himself, does not yet cast disgrace upon him in our eyes ; but THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II IO3 we despise the person who has neither the ability nor the good-will for revenge — whether it be a man or a woman. Would a woman be able to captivate us (or, as people say, to "fetter" us) whom we did not credit with knowing how to employ the dagger (any kind of dagger) skilfully against us under certain circumstances? Or against herself; which in a certain case might be the severest revenge (the Chinese revenge). 70. The Mistresses oj the Masters. — A powerful con- tralto voice, as we occasionally hear it in the theatre, raises suddenly for us the curtain on possibilities in which we usually do not believe ; all at once we are convinced that somewhere in the world there may be women with high, heroic, royal souls, capable and prepared for magnificent remon- strances, resolutions, and self-sacrifices, capable and prepared for domination over men, because in them the best in man, superior to sex, has become a corporeal ideal. To be sure, it is not the inten- tion of the theatre that such voices should give such a conception of women ; they are usually intended to represent the ideal male lover, for example, a Romeo ; but, to judge by my experience, the theatre regularly miscalculates here, and the musician also, who expects such effects from such a voice. People do not believe in these lovers; these voices still contain a tinge of the motherly and housewifely character, and most of all when love is in their tone. 104 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II On Female Chastity.— ThexQ is something quite astonishing and extraordinary in the education of women of the higher class ; indeed, there is perhaps nothing more paradoxical. All the world is agreed to educate them with as much ignorance as possible in eroticis, and to inspire their soul with a profound shame of such things, and the extremest impatience and horror at the suggestion of them. It is really here only that all the " honour " of woman is at stake ; what would one not forgive them in other respects! But here they are intended to remain ignorant to the very backbone : — they are intended to have neither eyes, ears, words, nor thoughts for this, their " wickedness " ; indeed knowledge here is already evil. And then! To be hurled as with an awful thunderbolt into reality and knowledge with marriage— and indeed by him whom they most love and esteem : to have to encounter love and shame in contradiction, yea, to have to feel rapture, abandonment, duty, sympathy, and fright at the unexpected proximity of God and animal, and whatever else besides! all at once! — There, in fact, a psychic entanglement has been effected which is quite unequalled ! Even the sympathetic curiosity of the wisest discerner of men does not suffice to divine how this or that woman gets along with the solution of this enigma and the enigma of this solution ; what dreadful, far-reaching sus- picions must awaken thereby in the poor unhinged soul; and forsooth, how the ultimate philosophy and scepticism of the woman casts anchor at this THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II IO5 point! — Afterwards the same profound silence as be- fore : and often even a silence to herself, a shutting of her eyes to herself— Young wives on that account make great efforts to appear superficial and thought- less ; the most ingenious of them simulate a kind of impudence. — Wives easily feel their husbands as a question-mark to their honour, and their children as an apology or atonement, — they require children, and wish for them in quite another spirit than a husband wishes for them. — In short, one cannot be gentle enough towards women ! 72. Mothers. — Animals think differently from men with respect to females ; with them the female is regarded as the productive being. There is no paternal love among them, but there is such a thing as love of the children of a beloved, and habituation to them. In the young, the females find gratification for their lust of dominion ; the young are a property, an occupation, something quite comprehensible to them, with which they can chatter : all this conjointly is maternal love, — it is to be compared to the love of the artist for his work. Pregnancy has made the females gentler, more expectant, more timid, more submissively inclined ; and similarly intellectual pregnancy en- genders the character of the contemplative, who are allied to women in character: — they are the masculine mothers. — Among animals the masculine sex is regarded as the beautiful sex. 106 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II Saintly Cruelty.— h man holding a newly born child in his hands came to a saint. « What should I do with this child," he asked, "it is wretched, deformed, and has not even enough o^ ^^fe ^^ die." "Kill it," cried the saint with a dreadful voice, "kill it, 'and then hold it in thy arms for three days and three nights to brand it on thy memory —thus wilt thou never again beget a child when it is not the time for thee to beget"— When the man had heard this he went away disappointed ; and many found fault with the saint because he had advised cruelty ; for he had advised to kill the child. "But is it not more cruel to let it live? asked the saint. 74. The Unsuccessful.— Those poor women always fail of success who become agitated and uncertain, and talk too much in presence of him whom they love ; for men are most successfully seduced by a certain subtle and phlegmatic tenderness. 75. The Third Sex.—"A small man is a paradox, but still a man,— but a small woman seems to me to be of another sex in comparison with well- grown ones"— said an old dancing-master. A small woman is never beautiful-said old Aristotle. 76. The greatest Danger.— "A^^ there not at all times been a larger number of men who regarded the THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II I07 cultivation of their mind — their "rationality" — as their pride, their obligation, their virtue, and were injured or shamed by all play of fancy and extravagance of thinking — as lovers of "sound common sense " : — mankind would long ago have perished ! Incipient insanity has hovered, and hovers continually over mankind as its greatest danger : it is precisely the breaking out of in- clination in feeling, seeing, and hearing ; the enjoy- ment of the unruliness of the mind ; the delight in human unreason. It is not truth and certainty that is the antithesis of the world of the insane, but the universality and all-obligatoriness of a belief, in short, non-voluntariness in forming opinions. And the greatest labour of human be- ings hitherto has been to agree with one another regarding a number of things, and to impose upon themselves a law of agreement — indifferent whether these things are true or false. This is the discipline of the mind which has preserved mankind ; — but the counter-impulses are still so powerful that one can really speak of the future of mankind with little confidence. The ideas of things still continually shift and move, and will perhaps alter more than ever in the future ; it is continually the most select spirits themselves who strive against universal obligatoriness — the investi- gators of truth above all ! The accepted belief, as the belief of all the world, continually engenders a disgust and a new longing in the more ingenious minds; and already the slow tempo which it de- mands for all intellectual processes (the imitation of the tortoise, which is here recognised as the rule) I08 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II makes the artists and poets runaways : — it is in these impatient spirits that a downright deHght in delirium breaks out, because delirium has such a joyful tempo! Virtuous intellects, therefore, are needed — ah ! I want to use the least ambiguous word, — virtuous stupidity is needed, imperturbable conductors of the slow spirits are needed, in order that the faithful of the great collective belief may remain with one another and dance their dance further : it is a necessity of the first importance that here enjoins and demands. We others are the exceptions and the danger^ — we eternally need pro- tection ! — Well, there can actually be something said in favour of the exceptions provided that they never want to become the rule. 77- The Animal with good Conscience. — It is not unknown to me that there is vulgarity in every- thing that pleases Southern Europe — whether it be Italian opera (for example, Rossini's and Bellini's), or the Spanish adventure-romance (most readily accessible to us in the French garb of Gil Bias) — but it does not offend me, any more than the vulgarity which one encounters in a walk through Pompeii, or even in the reading of every ancient book : what is the reason of this ? Is it because shame is lacking here, and because the vulgar always comes forward just as sure and certain of itself as anything noble, lovely, and passionate in the same kind of music or romance ? " The animal has its rights like man, so let it run about freely ; and you, my dear fellow-man, THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II I09 are still this animal, in spite of all!" — that seems to me the moral of the case, and the peculiarity of southern humanity. Bad taste has its rights like good taste, and even a prerogative over the latter when it is the great requisite, the sure satisfaction, and as it were a universal language, an immediately intelligible mask and attitude; the excellent, select taste on the other hand has always something of a seeking, tentative character, not fully certain that it understands,— it is never, and has never been popular ! The masque is and remains popular! So let all this masquerade run along in the melodies and cadences, in the leaps and merriment of the rhythm of these operas ! Quite the ancient life ! What does one understand of it, if one does not understand the delight in the masque, the good conscience of all masquerade! Here is the bath and the refreshment of the ancient spirit: — and perhaps this bath was still more necessary for the rare and sublime natures of the ancient world than for the vulgar.— On the other hand, a vulgar turn in northern works, for example in German music, offends me unutterably. There is shame in it, the artist has lowered himself in his own sight, and could not even avoid blushing : we are ashamed with him, and are so hurt because we surmise that he believed he had to lower him- self on our account. 78. What we should be Grateful for.— It is only the artists, and especially the theatrical artists, who have furnished men with eyes and ears to hear and no THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II see with some pleasure what everyone is in him- self, what he experiences and aims at : it is only they who have taught us how to estimate the hero that is concealed in each of these common-place men, and the art of looking at ourselves from a distance as heroes, and as it were simplified and transfigured,— the art of " putting ourselves on the stage" before ourselves. It is thus only that we get beyond some of the paltry details in ourselves 1 Without that art we should be nothing but fore- ground, and would live absolutely under the spell of the perspective which makes the closest and the commonest seem immensely large and like reality in itself. Perhaps there is merit of a similar kind in the religion which commanded us to look at the sinfulness of every individual man with a magnify- ing-glass, and made a great, immortal criminal of the sinner; in that it put eternal perspec- tives around man, it taught him to see himself from a distance, and as something past, something entire. 79. The Charm of Imperfection.— \ see here a poet, who, like so many men, exercises a higher charm by his imperfections than by all that is rounded off and takes perfect shape under his hands,— indeed, he derives his advantage and reputation far more from his actual limitations than from his abun- dant powers. His work never expresses altogether what he would really like to express, what he would like to have seen: he appears to have had the foretaste of a vision and never the vision THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II HI itself :— but an extraordinary longing for this vision has remained in his soul ; and from this he derives his equally extraordinary eloquence of longing and craving. With this he raises those who listen to him above his work and above all " works," and gives them wings to rise higher than hearers have ever risen before, thus making them poets and seers themselves ; they then show an ad- miration for the originator of their happiness, as if he had led them immediately to the vision of his holiest and ultimate verities, as if he had reached his goal, and had actually seen and communicated his vision. It is to the advantage of his reputa- tion that he has not really arrived at his goal. 80. Art and Nature.— T^q Greeks (or at least the Athenians) liked to hear good talking : indeed they had an eager inclination for it, which dis- tinguished them more than anything else from non-Greeks. And so they required good talking even from passion on the stage, and submitted to the unnaturalness of dramatic verse with delight : —in nature, forsooth, passion is so sparing of words ! so dumb and confused ! Or if it finds words, so embarrassed and irrational and a shame to itself! We have now, all of us, thanks to the Greeks, accustomed ourselves to this unnaturalness on the stage, as we endure that other unnaturalness, the singing passion, and willingly endure it, thanks to the Italians.— It has become a necessity to us, which we cannot satisfy out of the resources of actuality, to hear men talk well and in full detail in the most 112 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II trying situations : it enraptures us at present when the tragic hero still finds words, reasons, eloquent gestures, and on the whole a bright spirituality, where life approaches the abysses, and where the actual man mostly loses his head, and certainly his fine language. This kind of deviation from nature is perhaps the most agreeable repast for man's pride : he loves art generally on account of it, as the expression of high, heroic unnatural- ness and convention. One rightly objects to the dramatic poet when he does not transform every- thing into reason and speech, but always retains a remnant oi silence : — ^just as one is dissatisfied with an operatic musician who cannot find a melody for the highest emotion, but only an emotional, "natural" stammering and crying. Here nature has to be contradicted ! Here the common charm of illusion has to give place to a higher charm ! The Greeks go far, far in this direction — frightfully far! As they constructed the stage as narrow as possible and dispensed with all the effect of deep backgrounds, as they made panto- mime and easy motion impossible to the actor, and transformed him into a solemn, stiff", masked bogey, so they have also deprived passion itself of its deep background, and have dictated to it a law of fine talk ; indeed, they have really done everything to counteract the elementary effect of representa- tions that inspire pity and terror : they did not want pity and terror, — with due deference, with the highest deference to Aristotle! but he certainly did not hit the nail, to say nothing of the head of the nail, when he spoke about the THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II 1 13 final aim of Greek tragedy ! Let us but look at the Grecian tragic poets with respect to what most excited their diligence, their inventiveness, and their emulation, — certainly it was not the intention of subjugating the spectators by emotion! The Athenian went to the theatre to hear fine talking! And fine talking was arrived at by Sophocles ! pardon me this heresy ! — It is very different with serious opera : all its masters make it their business to prevent their personages being understood. " An occasional word picked up may come to the assistance of the inattentive listener ; but on the whole the situation must be self-explanatory, the talking is of no account ! " — so they all think, and so they have all made fun of the words. Perhaps they have only lacked courage to express fully their extreme contempt for words : a little additional insolence in Rossini, and he would have allowed la-la-la-la to be sung throughout — and it might have been the rational course ! The person- ages of the opera are not meant to be believed " in their words," but in their tones ! That is the difference, that is the fine unnaturalness on account of which people go to the opera ! Even the recita- tivo secco is not really intended to be heard as words and text : this kind of half-music is meant rather in the first place to give the musical ear a little repose (the repose from melody, as from the sublimest, and on that account the most straining enjoyment of this art),— but very soon something different results, namely, an increasing impatience, an increasing resistance, a new longing for entire music, for melody.— How is it with the art of 8 Hi THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II Richard Wagner as seen from this standpoint? Is uLhaps the same? Perhapsotherw.se? I would oton seem to me as if one needed to have learned by heart both the words and the »"='^ jf J"= Jeations before the performances; ^^ «*°" that-so it seemed to me-one may hear neither the words, nor even the music. 8l. Grecian Taste.-" ^h^A is beautiful in it?"- asked a certain geometrician, after a P-forman e of the iphigenia-" there is nothmg proved in it . CouH the Greeks have been so far from th^ taste? In Sophocles at least "everything is proved. 82. Esprit Un-Grecian-the Greeks were exceed ingly logical and plain in all their thmk.ng; hey did not get tired of it, at least durmg their long flourlhing period, as is so often the case with the French; Iho too willingly made a little excursion into the opposite, and in fact endure the spir t of loric only when it betrays its ..««*& courtesy its sociable self-renunciation, by a n>"ltitude of such little excursions into its opposite. Logic appears to them as necessary as bread and water bufalso like these as a kind of prison-fare, as soon as it is to be taken pure and by itself. In good soclty one must never want to be in the right absolutely and solely, as aU.pure logic requ-res^ h..nce the little dose of irrationality in all French ^;;^:ilThe social sense of the Greeks was far tSs developed than that of the French m the THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II 11$ present and the past ; hence, so little esprit in their cleverest men, hence, so little wit, even in their wags, hence — alas! But people will not readily believe these tenets of mine, and how much of the kind I have still on my soul ! — Est res magna tacere — says Martial, like all garrulous people. 83. Translations. — One can estimate the amount of the historical sense which an age possesses by the way in which it makes translations and seeks to embody in itself past periods and literatures. The French of Corneille, and even the French of the Revolution, appropriated Roman antiquity in a manner for which we would no longer have the courage — owing to our superior historical sense. And Roman antiquity itself: how violently, and at the same time how naively, did it lay its hand on everything excellent and elevated belonging to the older Grecian antiquity ! How they trans- lated these writings into the Roman present ! How they wiped away intentionally and uncon- cernedly the wing-dust of the butterfly moment ! It is thus that Horace now and then translated Alcaeus or Archilochus, it is thus that Propertius translated Callimachus and Philetas (poets of equal rank with Theocritus, if we be allowed to judge) : of what consequence was it to them that the actual creator experienced this and that, and had inscribed the indication thereof in his poem ! — as poets they were averse to the antiquarian, inquisitive spirit which precedes the historical sense ; as poets they did not respect those essenti- Il6 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II ally personal traits and names, nor anything peculiar to city, coast, or century, such as its costume and mask, but at once put the present and the Roman in its place. They seem to us to ask- "Should we not make the old new for our- selves, and adjust ourselves to it? Should we not be allowed to inspire this dead body with our soul? for it is dead indeed : how loathsome is everything dead ' "—They did not know the pleasure of the historical sense ; the past and the alien was painful to them, and as Romans it was an incitement to a Roman conquest. In fact, they conquered when they translated,-not only in that they omitted the historical: they added also allusions to the present ; above all, they struck out the name of the poet and put their own in its place -not with the feeling of theft, but with the very best conscience of the imperium Romanum. 84. The Origin of Poetry.— Th^ lovers of the fantastic in man, who at the same time represent the doctrine of instinctive morality, draw this conclusion: «' Granted that utility has been honoured at all times as the highest divinity, where then in all the world has poetry come from ?-this rhythmising of speech which thwarts rather than furthers plainness of communication, and which, nevertheless, has sprung up everywhere on the earth, and still springs up, as a mockery of all useful purpose! The wildly beautiful irrationality of poetry refutes you, ye utilitarians! The wish to get rid of "tUity in some way-that is precisely what has elevated THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II II7 man, that is what has inspired him to morality and art ! " Well, I must here speak for once to please the utilitarians, — they are so seldom in the right that it is pitiful ! In the old times which called poetry into being, people had still utility in view with respect to it, and a very important utility — at the time when rhythm was introduced into speech, that force which arranges all the particles of the sentence anew, commands the choosing of the words, recolours the thought, and makes it more obscure, more foreign, and more distant : to be sure a superstitious utility ! It was intended that a human entreaty should be more profoundly im- pressed upon the Gods by virtue of rhythm, after it had been observed that men could remember a verse better than an unmetrical speech. It was likewise thought that people could make them- selves audible at greater distances by the rhythmi- cal beat ; the rhythmical prayer seemed to come nearer to the ear of the Gods. Above all, however, people wanted to have the advantage of the elementary conquest which man experiences in himself when he hears music : rhythm is a con- straint ; it produces an unconquerable desire to yield, to join in ; not only the step of the foot, but also the soul itself follows the measure, — probably the soul of the Gods also, as people thought ! They attempted, therefore, to constrain the Gods by rhythm, and to exercise a power over them ; they threw poetry around the Gods like a magic noose. There was a still more wonderful idea, and it has perhaps operated most powerfully of all in the originating of poetry. Among the Il8 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II Pythagoreans it made its appearance as a philoso- phical doctrine and as an artifice of teaching : but long before there were philosophers music was acknowledged to possess the power of unburdenmg the emotions, of purifying the soul, of soothing the ferocia animi—2.nd this was owing to the rhythmical element in music. When the proper tension and harmony of the soul were lost a person had to dance to the measure of the singer,— that was the recipe of this medical art. By means of it Terpander quieted a tumult, Empedocles calmed a maniac, Damon purged a love-sick youth ; by means of it even the maddened, revengeful Gods were treated for the purpose of a cure. This was effected by driving the frenzy and wantonness of their emotions to the highest pitch, by making the furious mad, and the revengeful intoxicated with vengeance :-all the orgiastic cults seek to discharge the ferocia of a deity all at once, and thus make an orgy, so that the deity may feel freer and quieter afterwards, and leave man m peace. Melos, according to its root, signifies a soothing aeency, not because the song is gentle itself, but because its after-effect is gentle.-And not only in the religious song, but also in the secular song of the most ancient times, the prerequisite is that the rhythm should exercise a magical influence; for example, in drawing water, or in rowing : the song is for the enchanting of the spirits supposed to be active thereby ; it makes them obliging, involun- tary and the instruments of man. And as often as a person acts he has occasion to sing, every action is dependent on the assistance of spirits : THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II HQ magic song and incantation appear to be the original form of poetry. When verse also came to be used in oracles— the Greeks said that the hexameter was invented at Delphi,— the rhythm was here also intended to exercise a compulsory influence.' To make a prophecy — that means originally (according to what seems to me the probable derivation of the Greek word) to deter- mine something ; people thought they could deter- mine the future by winning Apollo over to their side : he who, according to the most ancient idea, is far more than a foreseeing deity. According as the formula is pronounced with literal and rhythmical correctness, it determines the future : the formula, however, is the invention of Apollo, who as the God of rhythm, can also determine the goddesses of fate. — Looked at and investigated as a whole, was there ever anything more serviceable to the ancient superstitious species of human being than rhythm? People could do everything with it: they could make labour go on magically; they could compel a God to appear, to be near at hand, and listen to them ; they could arrange the future for themselves according to their will ; they could unburden their own souls of any kind of excess (of anxiety, of mania, of sympathy, of revenge), and not only their own souls, but the souls of the most evil spirits, — without verse a person was nothing, by means of verse a person became almost a God. Such a fundamental feeling no longer allows itself to be fully eradicated, — and even now, after mil- lenniums of long labour in combating such supersti- tion, the very wisest of us occasionally becomes the I20 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II fool of rhythm, be it only that one perceives a thought to be ^r^^^r when it has a metrical form and approaches with a divine hopping. Is it not a very funny thing that the most serious philo- sophers, however anxious they are in other respects for strict certainty, still appeal to poetical sayings in order to give their thoughts force and credibility ? and yet it is more dangerous to a truth when the poet assents to it than when he contradicts it! For, as Homer says, " Minstrels speak much false- hood!"— 85. The Good and the Beautiful.— hvtists glorify continually — they do nothing else, — and indeed they glorify all those conditions and things that have a reputation, so that man may feel himself good or great, or intoxicated, or merry, or pleased and wise by it. Those select things and conditions whose value for human happiness is regarded as secure and determined, are the objects of artists : they are ever lying in wait to discover such things, to transfer them into the domain of art. I mean to say that they are not themselves the valuers of happiness and of the happy ones, but they always press close to these valuers with the greatest curiosity and longing, in order immediately to use their valuations advantageously. As besides their impatience, they have also the big lungs of heralds and the feet of runners, they are generally always among the first to glorify the new excellency, and often seem to be the first who have called it good and valued it as good. This, THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II 121 however, as we have said, is an error ; they are only faster and louder than the actual valuers : — And who then are these ?— They are the rich and the leisurely. 86. The Theatre. — This day has given me once more strong and elevated sentiments, and if I could have music and art in the evening, I know well what music and art I should not like to have ; namely, none of that which would fain intoxicate its hearers and excite them to a crisis of strong and high feeling, — those men with commonplace souls, who in the evening are not like victors on triumphal cars, but like tired mules to whom life has rather too often applied the whip. What would those men at all know of " higher moods," unless there were expedients for causing ecstasy and idealistic strokes of the whip! — and thus they have their inspirers as they have their wines. But what is their drink and their drunkenness to me! Does the inspired one need wine ? He rather looks with a kind of disgust at the agency and the agent which are here intended to produce an effect without sufficient reason, — an imitation of the high tide of the soul ! What ? One gives the mole wings and proud fancies — before going to sleep, before he creeps into his hole? One sends him into the theatre and puts great magnifying-glasses to his blind and tired eyes? Men, whose life is not "action" but business, sit in front of the stage and look at strange beings to whom life is more than business? "This is proper," you say, "this 122 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II is entertaining, this is what culture wants ! "—Well then ' culture is too often lacking in me. for this sight is too often disgusting to me. He who has enough of tragedy and comedy m himself surely prefers to remain away from the theatre; or as an exception, the whole procedure— theatre and public and poet included— becomes for him a truly tragic and comic play, so that the performed piece counts for little in comparison. He who is something like Faust and Manfred, what does it matter to him about the Fausts and Manfreds of the theatre!— while it certainly gives him some- thing to think about that such figures are brought into the theatre at all. The strongest thoughts and passions before those who are not capable of thought and passion-but of intoxication only ! And^^^T^^ as a means to this end ! And theatre and music the hashish-smoking and betel-chewing of Europeans! Oh who will narrate to us the whole history of narcotics !-It is almost the history of "culture, the so-called higher culture ! 87. The Conceit of Artisfs.-l think artists often do not know what they can do best, because they are too conceited, and have set their minds on some- thing loftier than those little plants appear to be, which can grow up to perfection on their soil, fresh, rare, and beautiful. The final value of their own garden and vineyard is superciliously under- estimated by them, and their love and their insight are not of the same quality. Here is a musician, • who, more than any one else, has the genius for THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II 12$ discovering the tones peculiar to suffering, oppressed, tortured souls, and who can endow even dumb animals with speech. No one equals him in the colours of the late autumn, in the indescribably touching happiness of a last, a final, and all too short enjoyment ; he knows a chord for those secret and weird midnights of the soul when cause and effect seem out of joint, and when every instant something may originate "out of nothing." He draws his resources best of all out of the lower depths of human happiness, and so to speak, out of its drained goblet, where the bitterest and most nauseous drops have ultimately, for good or for ill, commingled with the sweetest. He knows the weary shuffling along of the soul which can no longer leap or fly, yea, not even walk ; he has the shy glance of concealed pain, of understanding without comfort, of leave-taking without avowal ; yea, as the Orpheus of all secret misery, he is greater than anyone ; and in fact much has been added to art by him which was hitherto inexpressible and not even thought worthy of art, and which was only to be scared away, by words, and not grasped — many small and quite microscopic features of the soul : yes, he is the master of miniature. But he does not wish to be so ! His character is more in love with large walls and daring frescoes ! He fails to see that his spirit has a different taste and inclination, and prefers to sit quietly in the corners of ruined houses : — concealed in this way, concealed even from himself, he there paints his proper master- pieces, all of which are very short, often only one bar in length, — there only does he become quite 124 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II good, great, and perfect, perhaps there only. — But he does not know it! He is too conceited to know it. 88. Earnestness for the Truth. — Earnest for the truth ! What different things men understand by these words ! Just the same opinions, and modes of demonstration and testing which a thinker regards as a frivolity in himself, to which he has succumbed with shame at one time or other, — just the same opinions may give to an artist, who comes in contact with them and accepts them temporarily, the consciousness that the profoundest earnestness for the truth has now taken hold of him, and that it is worthy of admiration that, although an artist, he at the same time exhibits the most ardent desire for the antithesis of the apparent. It is thus possible that a person may, just by his pathos of earnestness, betray how superficially and sparingly his intellect has hitherto operated in the domain of knowledge. — And is not everything that we con- sider important our betrayer? It shows where our motives lie, and where our motives are altogether lacking. 89. Now and Formerly. — Of what consequence is all our art in artistic products, if that higher art, the art of the festival, be lost by us? Formerly all artistic products were exhibited on the great festive-path of humanity, as tokens of remembrance, and monuments of high and happy moments. One now seeks to allure the exhausted and sickly THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II 125 from the great suffering-path of humanity for a wanton moment by means of works of art ; one furnishes them with a little ecstasy and insanity. 90. Lights and Shades,— ^ooVs and writings are different with different thinkers. One writer has collected together in his book all the rays of light which he could quickly plunder and carry home from an illuminating experience; while another gives only the shadows, and the grey and black replicas of that which on the previous day had towered up in his soul. 91. Precaution.— K\?iGn, as is well known, told a great many falsehoods when he narrated the history of his life to his astonished contemporaries. He told falsehoods owing to the despotism toward himself which he exhibited, for example, in the way in which he created his own language, and tyrannised himself into a poet :— he finally found a rigid form of sublimity into which he forced his life and his memory ; he must have suffered much in the process. — I would also give no credit to a history of Plato's life written by himself, as little as to Rousseau's, or to the Vita nuova of Dante. 92. Prose and Poetry. — Let it be observed that the great masters of prose have almost always been poets as well, whether openly, or only in secret and 126 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II for the " closet " ; and in truth one only writes good prose in view of poetry ! For prose is an uninter- rupted, polite warfare with poetry ; all its charm consists in the fact that poetry is constantly avoided and contradicted ; every abstraction wants to have a gibe at poetry, and wishes to be uttered with a mocking voice ; all dryness and coolness is meant to bring the amiable goddess into an amiable despair ; there are often approximations and recon- ciliations for the moment, and then a sudden recoil and a burst of laughter ; the curtain is often drawn up and dazzling light let in just while the goddess is enjoying her twilights and dull colours ; the word is often taken out of her mouth and chanted to a melody while she holds her fine hands before her delicate little ears : — and so there are a thousand enjoyments of the warfare, the defeats included, of which the unpoetic, the so-called prose - men know nothing at all : — they conse- quently write and speak only bad prose ! Warfare is the father of all good things, it is also the father of good prose ! — There have been four very singular and -truly poetical men in this century who have arrived at mastership in prose, for which other- wise this century is not suited, owing to lack of poetry, as we have indicated. Not to take Goethe into account, for he is reasonably claimed by the century that produced him, I look only on Giacomo Leopardi, Prosper Merim6e, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Walter Savage Landor the author of Imaginary Conversations, as worthy to be called masters of prose. THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II 127 But why, then, do you Write ? — A : I do not belong to those who think with the wet pen in hand ; and still less to those who yield themselves entirely to their passions before the open ink-bottle, sitting on their chair and staring at the paper. I am always vexed and abashed by writing ; writing is a necessity for me, — even to speak of it in a simile is disagreeable. B : But why, then, do you write ? A : Well, my dear Sir, to tell you in con- fidence, I have hitherto found no other means of getting rid of my thoughts. B : And why do you wish to get rid of them ? A : Why I wish ? Do I really wish ! I must. — B : Enough ! Enough ! 94. Growth after Death. — Those few daring words about moral matters which Fontenelle threw into his immortal Dialogues of the Dead, were regarded by his age as paradoxes and amusements of a not unscrupulous wit ; even the highest judges of taste and intellect saw nothing more in them, — indeed, Fontenelle himself perhaps saw nothing more. Then something incredible takes place: these thoughts become truths! Science proves them ! The game becomes serious ! And we read those dialogues with a feeling different from that with which Voltaire and Helvetius read them, and we involuntarily raise their originator into another and much higher class of intellects than they did. — Rightly ? Wrongly ? 128 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II Chamfort. — That such a judge of men and of the multitude as Chamfort should side with the multitude, instead of standing apart in philo- sophical resignation and defence — I am at a loss to explain this, except as follows: — There was an instinct in him stronger than his wisdom, and it had never been gratified : the hatred against all noblesse of blood ; perhaps his mother's old and only too explicable hatred, which was consecrated in him by love of her, — an instinct of revenge from his boyhood, which waited for the hour to avenge his mother. But then the course of his life, his genius, and alas ! most of all, perhaps, the paternal blood in his veins, had seduced him to rank and consider himself equal to the noblesse — for many, many years ! In the end, however, he could not endure the sight of himself, the "old man " under the old regime, any longer ; he got into a violent, penitential passion, and in this state he put on the raiment of the populace as his special kind of hair-shirt! His bad conscience was the neglect of revenge. — If Chamfort had then been a little more of the philosopher, the Revolution would not have had its tragic wit and its sharpest sting ; it would have been regarded as a much more stupid affair, and would have had no such seductive influence on men's minds. But Chamfort's hatred and revenge educated an entire generation ; and the most illustrious men passed through his school. Let us but consider that Mirabeau looked up to Chamfort as to his higher and older self, THE JOYFUL WISDOM, II 1 29 from whom he expected (and endured) impulses, warnings, and condemnations, — Mirabeau, who as a man belongs to an entirely different order of greatness, as the very foremost among the states- man-geniuses of yesterday and to-day. — Strange, that in spite of such a friend and advocate — we possess Mirabeau's letters to Chamfort — this wittiest of all moralists has remained unfamiliar to the French, quite the same as Stendhal, who has perhaps had the most penetrating eyes and ears of any Frenchman of this century. Is it because the latter had really too much of the German and the Englishman in his nature for the Parisians to endure him? — while Chamfort, a man with ample knowledge of the profundities and secret motives of the soul, gloomy, suffering, ardent — a thinker who found laughter necessary as the remedy of life, and who almost gave himself up as lost every day that he had not laughed, — seems much more like an Italian, and related by blood to Dante and Leopardi, than like a French- man. One knows Chamfort's last words: ''Ah! nton ami" he said to Sieyes, "/^' had ifad^;: fo°ced us In^T ' "■"•^'"y ^'^^"S'h of our tasks into riiff' ^T °"'^ "'°'^ '"'° ''■■ff^'-^"' =eas and ee one Totr""' '"^ P'=^'''P^ "^ =hall never see one another agam,_or perhaps we may see one another, but not know one anoLr agSn"^ ^e different seas and suns have altered us! That vve to wtvh""'"' ''''"'''' '° ""'' -°'her is t': law to which we are suijecl: just by that shall we become more sacred to one another! Just Z that shall the thought of our former fr/endship "%„Tgoals"'s;'tMer'd-ff''" '^■^'^ °" tTsh°or r '° ^'^ "^°"^'"-' But our life i too short, and our power of vision too limited for SANCTUS JANUARIUS 217 US to be more than friends in the sense of that sublime possibility. — And so we will believe in our stellar friendship, though we should have to be terrestrial enemies to one another. 280. Architecture for Thinkers. — An insight is needed (and that probably very soon) as to what is specially lacking in our great cities — namely, quiet, spacious, and widely extended places for reflection, places with long, lofty colonnades for bad weather, or for too sunny days, where no noise of wagons or of shouters would penetrate, and where a more refined propriety would prohibit loud praying even to the priest : buildings and situations which as a whole would express the sublimity of self-communion and seclusion from the world. The time is past when the Church possessed the monopoly of reflection, when the vita contemplativa had always in the first place to be the vita religiosa : and everything that the Church has built expresses this thought. I know not how we could content ourselves with their structures, even if they should be divested of their ecclesiastical purposes : these structures speak a far too pathetic and too biassed speech, as houses of God and places of splendour for super- natural intercourse, for us godless ones to be able to think our thoughts in them. We want to have ourselves translated into stone and plant, we want to go for a walk in ourselves when we wander in these halls and gardens. 2l8 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV 281. Knowing how to Find the ^«^. -Masters of the first rank are recognised by knowing in a perfect manner how to find the end, in the whole as well as in the part ; be it the end of a melody or of a thought, be it the fifth act of a tragedy or of a state affair. The masters of the second degree always become restless towards the end, and seldom dip down into the sea with such proud, quiet equilibrium as, for example, the mountain-ridge at Porto fino— where the Bay of Genoa sings its melody to an end. 282. The Gait.~-T\iQXQ are mannerisms of the intellect by which even great minds betray that they originate from the populace, or from the semi- populace :-it is principally the gait and step of their thoughts which betray them ; they cannot walk. It was thus that even Napoleon, to his profound chagrin, could not walk "legitimately" and in princely fashion on occasions when it was necessary to do so properly, as in great coronation processions and on similar occasions : even there he was always just the leader of a column— proud and brusque at the same time, and very self-conscious of it all.— It is something laughable to see those writers who make the folding robes of their periods rustle around them : they want to cover their >^^. 283. Pioneers.~\ greet all the signs indicating that a more manly and wariike age is commencing, which will, above all, bring heroism again into honour ! SANCTUS JANUARIUS 219 For it has to prepare the way for a yet higher age, and gather the force which the latter will one day require, — the age which will carry heroism into know- ledge, and wage war for the sake of ideas and their consequences. For that end many brave pioneers are now needed, who, however, cannot originate out of nothing,— and just as little out of the sand and slime of present-day civilisation and the culture of great cities : men silent, solitary and resolute, who know how to be content and persistent in invisible activity: men who with innate disposition seek in all things that which is to be overcome in them : men to whom cheerfulness, patience, simplicity, and con- tempt of the great vanities belong just as much as do magnanimity in victory and indulgence to the trivial vanities of all the vanquished : men with an acute and independent judgment regarding all victors, and concerning the part which chance has played in the winning of victory and fame : men with their own holidays, their own work-days, and their own periods of mourning; accustomed to command with perfect assurance, and equally ready, if need be, to obey, proud in the one case as in the other, equally serving their own interests: men more imperilled, more productive, more happy ! For believe me !— the secret of realising the largest productivity and the greatest enjoyment of existence is to live in danger ! Build your cities on the slope of Vesuvius! Send your ships into unexplored seas ! Live in war with your equals and with yourselves ! Be robbers and spoilers, ye know- ing ones, as long as ye cannot be rulers and possessors! The time will soon pass when you 220 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV can be satisfied to live like timorous deer concealed in the forests. Knowledge will finally stretch out her hand for that which belongs to her : — she means to rule and possess^ and you with her ! 284. Belief in Oneself. — In general, few men have belief in themselves : — and of those few some are endowed with it as a useful blindness or partial obscuration of intellect (what would they perceive if they could see to the bottom of themselves!'). The others must first acquire the belief for them- selves : everything good, clever, or great that they do, is first of all an argument against the sceptic that dwells in them : the question is how to con- vince or persuade this sceptic, and for that purpose genius almost is needed. They are signally dis- satisfied with themselves. 285. Excelsior ! — " Thou wilt never more pray, never more worship, never more repose in infinite trust — thou refusest to stand still and dismiss thy thoughts before an ultimate wisdom, an ultimate virtue, an ultimate power, — thou hast no constant guardian and friend in thy seven solitudes — thou livest without the outlook on a mountain that has snow ' on its head and fire in its heart — there is no longer any requiter for thee, nor any amender with his finishing touch — there is no longer any reason in that which happens, or any love in that which will happen to thee — there is no longer any resting- place for thy weary heart, where it has only to find SANCTUS JANUARIUS 221 and no longer to seek, thou art opposed to any kind of ultimate peace, thou desirest the eternal recur-^ fence of war and peace:— man of renunciation, wilt thou renounce in all these things? Who will give thee the strength to do so ? No one has yet had this strength ! " — There is a lake which one day refused to flow away, and threw up a dam at the place where it had hitherto discharged : since then this lake has always risen higher and higher. Perhaps the very renunciation will also furnish us with the strength with which the renunciation itself can be borne; perhaps man will ever rise higher and higher from that point onward, when he no longer ^ows out into a God. 286. A Digression. — Here are hopes ; but what will you see and hear of them, if you have not experi- enced glance and glow and dawn of day in your own souls ? I can only suggest — I cannot do more ! To move the stones, to make animals men — would you have me do that ? Alas, if you are yet stones and animals, you must seek your Orpheus ! 287. Love of Blindness. — " My thoughts," said the wanderer to his shadow, " ought to show me where I stand, but they should not betray to me whither I go. I love ignorance of the future, and do not want to come to grief by impatience and antici- patory tasting of promised things." 222 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV 288. Lofty Moods. — It seems to me that most men do not believe in lofty moods, unless it be for the moment, or at the most for a quarter of an hour, — except the few who know by experience a longer duration of high feeling. But to be absolutely a man with a single lofty feeling, the incarnation of a single lofty mood — that has hitherto been only a dream and an enchanting possibility : history does not yet give us any trustworthy example of it. Nevertheless one might also some day produce such men — when a multitude of favourable condi- tions have been created and established, which at present even the happiest chance is unable to throw together. Perhaps that very state which has hitherto entered into our soul as an exception, felt with horror now and then, may be the usual con- dition of those future souls : a continuous movement between high and low, and the feeling of high and low, a constant state of mounting as on steps, and at the same time reposing as on clouds. 289. Aboard Ship ! — When one considers how a full philosophical justification of his mode of living and thinking operates upon every individual — namely, as a warming, blessing, and fructifying sun, specially shining on him ; how it makes him independent of praise and blame, self-sufficient, rich and generous in the bestowal of happiness and kindness ; how it unceasingly transforms the evil to the good, brings all the energies to bloom SANCTUS JANUARIUS 223 and maturity, and altogether hinders the growth of the greater and lesser weeds of chagrin and dis- content :— one at last cries out importunately : Oh, that many such new suns were created ! The evil man, also, the unfortunate man, and the excep- tional man, shall each have his philosophy, his rights, and his sunshine ! It is not sympathy with them that is necessary ! — we must unlearn this arrogant fancy, notwithstanding that humanity has so long learned it and used it exclusively, — we have not to set up any confessor, exorcist, or pardoner for them ! It is a new justice, however, that is necessary ! And a new solution ! And new philosophers ! The moral earth also is round ! The moral earth also has its antipodes ! The anti- podes also have their right to exist! there is still another world to discover — and more than one ! Aboard ship ! ye philosophers ! 290. One Thing is Needful.— To " give style " to one's character — that is a grand and a rare art! He who surveys all that his nature presents in its strength and in its weakness, and then fashions it into an ingenious plan, until everything appears artistic and rational, and even the weaknesses enchant the eye — exercises that admirable art. Here there has been a great amount of second nature added, there a portion of first nature has been taken away : — in both cases with long exer- cise and daily labour at the task. Here the ugly, which does not permit of being taken away, has been concealed, there it has been re-interpreted 224 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV into the sublime. Much of the vague, which re- fuses to take form, has been reserved and utilised for the perspectives : — it is meant to give a hint of the remote and immeasurable. In the end, when the work has been completed, it is revealed how it was the constraint of the same taste that organised and fashioned it in whole and in part : whether the taste was good or bad is of less importance than one thinks, — it is sufficient that it was a taste! — It will be the strong imperious natures which experience their most refined joy in such constraint, in such confinement and per- fection under their own law ; the passion of their violent volition lessens at the sight of all disciplined nature, all conquered and ministering nature : even when they have palaces to build and gardens to lay out, it is not to their taste to allow nature to be free. — It is the reverse with weak characters who have not power over themselves, and hate the restriction of style: they feel that if this repugnant constraint were laid upon them, they would necessarily become vulgarised under it : they become slaves as soon as they serve, they hate service. Such intellects — they may be intel- lects of the first rank — are always concerned with fashioning and interpreting themselves and their surroundings zs free nature— wild, arbitrary, fan- tastic, confused and surprising : and it is well for them to do so, because only in this manner can they please themselves ! For one thing is needful : namely, that man should attain to satisfaction with himself— be it but through this or that fable and artifice : it is only then that man's aspect \s at all SANCTUS JANUARIUS 225 endurable ! He who is dissatisfied with himself is ever ready to avenge himself on that account : we others will be his victims, if only in having always to endure his ugly aspect. For the aspect of the ugly makes one mean and sad. 291. Genoa. — I have looked upon this city, its villas and pleasure-grounds, and the wide circuit of its inhabited heights and slopes, for a considerable time : in the end I must say that I see countenances out of past generations, — this district is strewn with the images of bold and autocratic men. They have lived and have wanted to live on — they say so with their houses, built and decorated for centuries, and not for the passing hour : they were well disposed to life, however ill-disposed they may often have been towards themselves. I always see the builder, how he casts his eye on all that is built around him far and near, and likewise on the city, the sea, and the chain of mountains ; how he expresses power and conquest with his gaze : all this he wishes to fit into his plan, and in the end make it his property^ by its becoming a portion of the same. The whole district is over- grown with this superb, insatiable egoism of the desire to possess and exploit ; and as these men when abroad recognised no frontiers, and in their thirst for the new placed a new world beside the old, so also at home everyone rose up against everyone else, and devised some mode of expressing his superiority, and of placing between himself and his neighbour his personal illimitableness. Everyone 15 226 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV won for himself his home once more by over- powermg .t with his architectural though Ind rfce wr'"^ " '"'°. ^ '^^"S'^'f"' -ght for ht race. Wlien we consider the mode of building. c.t.es m the north, the law, and the gene al deulf " 'T'"? ""^ °'"='^''^"=«. ™P°^e upon us we thereby divine the propensity to equality aL submission which must have ruled in those bSl/e^' am!' kT"'' T '"'■"'■"g ^^^^y '=°™«f you find a man by himself, who knows the sea. knows ad venture, and knows the Orient a man „,h^: to lau, -„j » . , , ^""^n^' a man who is averse haviTo H^ t° ne-ghbour. as if it bored him to have to do with them, a man who scans all that IS aJready old and established with envious glances with a wonderful craftiness of fantasy, he^woutd .ke, at east in thought, to establish I thlslnew afternlTn h '' ?' '^' P'^''"^ •">" of a sunny afternoon when for once his insatiable and melan- ot:.''::^ f^^^^-tiety, and when only whatTs hi hfeeye "^ ^"^ ""^"^'- ""^ ''">'' "^^'f 'o 292. 7> M« /'^^a,,.^^^^ ofUorality.-l do not mean to moralise, but to those who do. I would le tWs advice : .f you mean ultimately to deprive the be ««J^s and the best conditions of all honou td worth, continue to speak of them in the same way as heretofore ! Put them at the head of yo"r morality, and speak from morning till night of X ness and of reward and punishment in the nature of things : according as you go on in this manned SANCTUS JANUARIUS 227 all these good things will finally acquire a popu- larity and a street-cry for themselves : but then all the gold on them will also be worn off, and more besides : all the gold in them will have changed into lead. Truly, you understand the reverse art of alchemy, the depreciating of the most valuable things ! Try, just for once, another recipe, in order not to realise as hitherto the opposite of what you mean to attain : deny those good things, withdraw from them the applause of the populace and discourage the spread of them, make them once more the concealed chastities of solitary souls, and say : morality is something for- bidden! Perhaps you will thus attract to your cause the sort of men who are only of any ac- count, I mean the heroic. But then there must be something formidable in it, and not as hitherto something disgusting! Might one not be in- clined to say at present with reference to morality what Master Eckardt says : " I pray God to deliver me from God ! " 293. Our Atmosphere. — We know it well : in him who only casts a glance now and then at science, as when taking a walk (in the manner of women, and alas ! also like many artists), the strictness in its service, its inexorability in small matters as well as in great, its rapidity in weighing, judging and condemning, produce something of a feeling of giddiness and fright. It is especially terriiying to him that the hardest is here demanded, that the best is done without the reward of praise or dis- tinction ; it is rather as among soldiers — almost 228 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV nothing but blame and sharp reprimand is heard ■ for doing wel prevails here as the rule, doing ill as the exception ; the rule, however, ha^, here as everywhere a silent tongue. It is the same with ths" severity of science" as with the manners and unlSd °'„*; '"' ^°^'^'^^ ■■' frightens the unm.tiated He, however, who is accustomed to it does not hke to live anywhere but in this clea tonsparent powerful, and highly electrified at-' mosphere, th.s manly atmosphere. Anywhere else IZ M ""T ^""^ ^Ty enough for him : he suspects that there h.s best art would neither be properly advantageous to anyone else, nor a deHgh"^ o h|mself, that through misunderstandings half of fore ,vltT h^"" *T^'> "''^ ''"^-•'••-' --h lonstandvT ^°"^^^'™^"t ^"^ reticence would constantly be necessary.—nothing but great and useless losses of power! I„ ,^,/keen Ind clear cinTv ■ ^Zri "^j'f •"■= ^""- P°-- here he can fly ! Why should he again go down into those muddy waters where he has to swim and wade and o, h.s wmgs!_No! There it is too hard for us to hve ! we cannot help it that we are born for the atmosphere the pure atmosphere, we rivals of the ay of hght ; and that we should like best to r de un C r "T\ °' ^"'^^' "°' *™y fro" he cannot do "" """ T"'^'' however, we cannot do:_so we want to do the only thing that IS m our power : namely, to bring light to the earth we want to be « the light of theVrth ! ° ITt that purpose we have our wings and our swiftness and our seventy, on that account we are manly and even ternble like the fire. Let those fear us^who SANCTUS JANUARIUS 229 do not know how to warm and brighten themselves by our influence ! 294. Against the Disparagers of Nature. — They are disagreeable to me, those men in whom every natural inclination forthwith becomes a disease, something disfiguring, or even disgraceful. They have seduced us to the opinion that the inclinations and impulses of men are evil ; they are the cause of our great injustice to our own nature, and to all nature ! There are enough of men who may yield to their impulses gracefully and carelessly : but they do not do so, for fear of that imaginary " evil thing " in nature ! That is the cause why there is so little nobility to be found among men : the indication of which will always be to have no fear of oneself, to expect nothing disgraceful from oneself, to fly without hesitation whithersoever we are impelled — we free-born birds ! Wherever we come, there will always be freedom and sunshine around us, , / / f{ 295. / 1 ' ^ytjummA^ Short-lived Habits. — I love short-lived habits, ,|]si-7^ and regard them as an invaluable means for «h)1^(''**^. getting a knowledge of many things and various AL-^/La) conditions, to the very bottom of their sweetness ' ' and bitterness ; my nature is altogether arranged for short-lived habits, even in the needs of its bodily health, and in general, as far as I can see, from the lowest up to the highest matters, I always think that this will at last satisfy me permanently (the short-lived habit has also this k 230 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV characteristic belief of passion, the belief in ever- lasting duration ; I am to be envied for having found it and recognised it), and then it nourishes me at noon and at eve, and spreads a profound satisfaction around me and in me, so that I have no longing for anything else, not needing to compare, or despise, or hate. But one day the habit has had its time : the good thing separates from me, not as something which then inspires disgust in me — but peaceably, and as though satis- fied with me, as I am with it ; as if we had to be mutually thankful, and thus shook hands for farewell. And already the new habit waits at the door, and similarly also my belief — indestructible fool and sage that I am ! — that this new habit will be the right one, the ultimate right one. So it is with me as regards foods, thoughts, men, cities, poems, music, doctrines, arrangements of the day, and modes of life. — On the other hand, I hate 1)ermanent habits, and feel as if a tyrant came into my neighbourhood, and as if my life's breath condensed, when events take such a form that per- manent habits seem necessarily to grow out of them : for example, through an official position, through constant companionship with the same persons, through a settled abode, or through a uniform state of health. Indeed, from the bottom of my soul I am gratefully disposed to all my misery and sick- ness, and to whatever is imperfect in me, because such things leave me a hundred back-doors through which I can escape from permanent habits. The most unendurable thing, to be sure, the really terrible thing, would be a life without habits, a life which SANCTUS JANUARIUS 23 1 continually required improvisation : — that would be my banishment and my Siberia. 296. A Fixed Reputation. — A fixed reputation was formerly a matter of the very greatest utility ; and wherever society continues to be ruled by the herd - instinct, it is still most suitable for every individual to give to his character and business the appearance of unalterableness, — even when they are not so in reality. " One can rely on him, he remains the same" — that is the praise which has most significance in all dangerous conditions of society. Society feels with satisfaction that it has a reliable tool ready at all times in the virtue of this one, in the ambition of that one, and in the reflection and passion of a third one, — it honours this tool-like nature^ this self-constancy, this unchangeableness in opinions, efforts, and even in faults, with the highest honours. Such a valuation, which prevails and has prevailed everywhere simultaneously with the morality of custom, educates "characters," and brings all changing, re-learning, and self- transforming into disrepute. Be the advantage of this mode of thinking ever so great otherwise, it is in any case the mode of judging which is most injurious to knowledge: for precisely the good- will of the know- ing one ever to declare himself unhesitatingly as opposed to his former opinions, and in general to be distrustful of all that wants to be fixed in him — is here condemned and brought into disrepute. The disposition of the thinker, as incompatible with 232 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV a " fixed reputation," is regarded as dishonourable, while the petrifaction of opinions has all the honour to itself: — we have at present still to live under the interdict of such rules ! How difficult it is to live when one feels that the judgment of many millen- niums is around one and against one. It is prob- able that for many millenniums knowledge was afflicted with a bad conscience, and there must have been much self-contempt and secret misery in the history of the greatest intellects. 297. Ability to Contradict. — Everyone knows at present that the ability to endure contradiction is a good indication of culture. Some people even know that the higher man courts opposition, and provokes it, so as to get a cue to his hitherto unknown parti- ality. But the ability to contradict, the attainment of a good conscience in hostility to the accustomed, the traditional and the hallowed, — that is more than both the above-named abilities, and is the really great, new and astonishing thing in our culture, the step of all steps of the emancipated intellect ; who knows that ? — 298. A Sigh. — I caught this notion on the way, and rapidly took the readiest, poor words to hold it fast, so that it might not again fly away. But it has died in these dry words, and hangs and flaps about in them — and now I hardly know, when I look upon it, how I could have had such happiness when I caught this bird. SANCTUS JANUARIUS 233 299. What one should Learn from Artists. — What means have we for making things beautiful, at- tractive, and desirable, when they are not so? — and I suppose they are never so in themselves ! We have here something to learn from physicians, when, for example, they dilute what is bitter, or put wine and sugar into their mixing-bowl ; but we have still more to learn from artists, who in fact, are continually concerned in devising such in- ventions and artifices. To withdraw from things until one no longer sees much of them, until one has even to see things into them, in order to see them at all — or to view them from the side, and as in a frame — or to place them so that they partly disguise themselves and only permit of perspective views — or to look at them through coloured glasses, or in the light of the sunset — or to furnish them with a surface or skin which is not fully transparent: we should learn all this from artists, and moreover be wiser than they. For this fine power of theirs usually ceases with them where art ceases and life begins ; we, however, want to be the poets of our lives, and first of all in the smallest and most commonplace matters. 300. Prelude to Science. — Do you believe then that the sciences would have arisen and grown up if the sorcerers, alchemists, astrologers and witches had not been their forerunners ; those who, with their promisings and foreshadowings, had first to 234 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV create a thirst, a hunger, and a taste for hidden and forbidden powers ? Yea, that infinitely more had to be promised than could ever be fulfilled, in order that something might be fulfilled in the domain of knowledge? Perhaps the whole of religion, also, may appear to some distant age as an exercise and a prelude, in like manner as the prelude and pre- paration of science here exhibit themselves, though not at all practised and regarded as such. Perhaps religion may have been the peculiar means for enabling individual men to enjoy but once the entire self-satisfaction of a God and all his self- redeeming power. Indeed ! — one may ask — would man have learned at all to get on the tracks of hunger and thirst for himself, and to extract satiety and fullness out of himself, without that religious schooling and preliminary history? Had Prome- theus first to fancy that he had stolen the light, and that he did penance for the theft. — in order finally to discover that he had created the light, in that he had longed for the light, and that not only nmn, but also God, had been the work of his hands and the\ clay in his hands ? All mere creations of the creator? — just as the illusion, the theft, the Caucasus, the vulture, and the whole tragic Prometheia of all thinkers ? 301. Illusion of the Contemplative. — Higher men are distinguished from lower, by seeing and hearing immensely more, and in a thoughtful manner — and it is precisely this that distinguishes man from the animal, and the higher animal from the lower. The world always becomes fuller for him SANCTUS JANUARIUS 235 who grows up to the full stature of humanity ; there are always more interesting fishing-hooks, thrown out to him ; the number of his stimuli is continually on the increase, and similarly the varieties of his pleasure and pain, — the higher man becomes always at the same time happier and unhappier. An illusion^ however, is his constant accompaniment all along : he thinks he is placed as a spectator and auditor before the great pantomime and concert of life ; he calls his nature a contemplative nature, and thereby overlooks the fact that he himself is also a real creator, and continuous poet of life, — that he no doubt differs greatly from the actor in this drama, the so-called practical man, but differs still more from a mere onlooker or spectator before the stage. There is certainly vis contemplativa^ and re-examination of his work peculiar to him as poet, but at the same time, and first and foremost, he has the vis creativa, which the practical man or doer lacks, whatever appearance and current belief may say to the contrary. It is we, who think and feel, that actually and unceasingly make something which did not before exist : the whole eternally increas- ing world of valuations, colours, weights, per- spectives, gradations, affirmations and negations. This composition of ours is continually learnt, practised, and translated into flesh and actuality, and even into the commonplace, by the so-called practical men (our actors, as we have said). What- ever has value in the present world, has not it in itself, by its nature, — nature is always worthless : — but a value was once given to it, bestowed upon it 236 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV and it was we who gave and bestowed ! We only have created the world which is of any account to man ! — But it is precisely this knowledge that we lack, and when we get hold of it for a moment we have forgotten it the next : we misunderstand our highest power, we contemplative men, and estimate ourselves at too low a rate, — we are neither d& proud nor as happy as we might be. 302. The Danger of the Happiest Ones. — To have fine senses and a fine taste; to be accustomed to the select and the intellectually best as our proper and readiest fare; to be blessed with a strong, bold, and daring soul; to go through life with a quiet eye and a firm step, ever ready for the worst as for a festival, and full of longing for undiscovered worlds and seas, men and Gods ; to listen to all joyous music, as if there perhaps brave men, soldiers and seafarers, took a brief repose and enjoyment, and in the profoundest pleasure of the moment were overcome with tears and the whole purple melancholy of happiness : who would not like all this to be his possession, his condition ! It was the happiness of Homer ! The condition of him who invented the Gods for the Greeks, — nay, who invented his Gods for himself! But let us not conceal the fact that with this happiness of Homer in one's soul, one is more liable to suffering than any other creature under the sun ! And only at this price do we purchase the most precious pearl that the waves of existence have hitherto washed ashore 1 As its possessor one always becomes more SANCTUS JANUARIUS 237 sensitive to pain, and at last too sensitive : a little displeasure and loathing sufficed in the end to make Homer disgusted with life. He was unable to solve a foolish little riddle which some young fishers proposed to him ! Yes, the little riddles are the dangers of the happiest ones ! — 303- Two Happy Ones. — Certainly this man, notwith- standing his youth, understands the improvisation of life, and astonishes even the acutest observers. For it seems that he never makes a mistake, although he constantly plays the most hazardous games. One is reminded of the improvising masters of the musical art, to whom even the listeners would fain ascribe a divine infallibility of the hand, notwithstanding that they now and then make a mistake, as every mortal is liable to do. But they are skilled and inventive, and always ready in a moment to arrange into the structure of the score the most accidental tone (where the jerk of a finger or a humour brings it about), and to animate the accident with a fine meaning and soul. — Here is quite a different man ; everything that he intends and plans fails with him in the long run. That on which he has now and again set his heart has already brought him several times to the abyss, and to the very verge of ruin ; and if he has as yet got out of the scrape, it certainly has not been merely with a "black eye." Do you think he is unhappy over it? He resolved long ago not to regard his own wishes and plans as of so much importance. "If this does not succeed with 238 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV me," he says to himself, " perhaps that will succeed ; and on the whole I do not know but that I am under more obligation to thank my failures than any of my successes. Am I made to be headstrong, and to wear the bull's horns? That which con- stitutes the worth and the sum of life for me, lies somewhere else ; I know more of life, because I have been so often on the point of losing it ; and just on that account I have more of life than any of you!" 304. In Doing we Leave Undone. — In the main all those moral systems are distasteful to me which say : " Do not do this ! Renounce ! Overcome thyself! " On the other hand I am favourable to those moral systems which stimulate me to do something, and to do it again from morning till evening, to dream of it at night, and think of nothing else but to do it well^ as well as is possible for me alone! From him who so lives there fall off one after the other the things that do not pertain to such a life : without hatred or antipathy, he sees this take leave of him to-day, and that to-morrow, like the yellow leaves which every livelier breeze strips from the tree : or he does not see at all that they take leave of him, so firmly is his eye fixed upon his goal, and generally forward, not sideways, backward, or downward. " Our doing must determine what we leave undone ; in that we do, we leave undone " — so it pleases me, so runs my placitum. But I do not mean to strive with open eyes for my impoverishment ; I do not like any of the negative SANCTUS JANUARIUS 239 virtues whose very essence is negation and self- renunciation. 305- Self-control. — ThosQ moral teachers who first and foremost order man to get himself into his own power, induce thereby a curious infirmity in him, — namely, a constant sensitiveness with refer- ence to all natural strivings and inclinations, and as it were, a sort of itching. Whatever may hence- forth drive him, draw him, allure or impel him, whether internally or externally— it always seems to this sensitive being as if his self-control were in danger: he is no longer at liberty to trust himself to any instinct, to any free flight, but stands constantly with defensive mien, armed against himself, with sharp distrustful eye, the eternal watcher of his stronghold, to which office he has appointed himself. Yes, he can be great in that position ! But how unendurable he has now become to others, how difficult even for himself to bear, how impoverished and cut off from the finest accidents of his soul ! Yea, even from all further instruction ! For we must be able to lose ourselves at times, if we want to learn something of what we have not in ourselves. 306. Stoic and Epicurean. — The Epicurean selects the situations, the persons, and even the events which suit his extremely sensitive, intellectual constitu- tion ; he renounces the rest— that is to say, by far the greater part of experience — because it would be 240 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV too Strong and too heavy fare for him. The Stoic, on the contrary, accustoms himself to swallow stones and vermin, glass-splinters and scorpions, without feeling any disgust : his stomach is meant to become indifferent in the end to all that the accidents of existence cast into it: — he reminds one of the Arabic sect of the Assaua, with which the French became acquainted in Algiers; and like those insensible persons, he also likes well to have an invited public at the exhibition of his insensibility, the very thing the Epicurean willingly dispenses with : — he has of course his " garden " ! Stoicism may be quite advisable for men with whom fate improvises, for those who live in violent times and are dependent on abrupt and change- able individuals. He, however, who anticipates that fate will permit him to spin " a long thread," does well to make his arrangements in Epicurean fashion ; all men devoted to intellectual labour have done it hitherto ! For it would be a supreme loss to them to forfeit their fine sensibility, and to acquire the hard, stoical hide with hedgehog prickles in exchange. 307. In Favour of Criticism. — Something now appears to thee as an error which thou formerly lovedst as a truth, or as a probability : thou pushest it from thee and imaginest that thy reason has there gained a victory. But perhaps that error was then, when thou wast still another person— thou art always another person, — ^just as necessary to thee as all thy present " truths," like a skin, as it SANCTUS JANUARIUS 24I were, which concealed and veiled from thee much which thou still mayst not see. Thy new life, and not thy reason, has slain that opinion for thee: thou dost not require it any longer, and now it breaks down of its own accord, and the irra- tionality crawls out of it as a worm into the light. When we make use of criticism it is not something arbitrary and impersonal, — it is, at least very often, a proof that there are lively, active forces in us, which cast a skin. We deny, and must deny, because something in us wants to live and affirm itself, something which we perhaps do not as yet know, do not as yet see ! — So much in favour of criticism. 308. The History of each Day. — What is it that con- stitutes the history of each day for thee ? Look at thy habits of which it consists: are they the product of numberless little acts of cowardice and laziness, or of thy bravery and inventive reason ? Although the two cases are so different, it is possible that men might bestow the same praise upon thee, and that thou mightst also be equally useful to them in the one case as in the other. But praise and utility and respectability may suffice for him whose only desire is to have a good conscience, — not however for thee, the " trier of the reins," who hast a consciousness of the conscience ! 309. Out of the Seventh Solitude. — One day the wanderer shut a door behind him, stood still, and 16 242 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV wept. Then he said: "Oh, this inclination and impulse towards the true, the real, the non- apparent, the certain! How I detest it! Why does this gloomy and passionate taskmaster follow just me? I should like to rest, but it does not permit me to do so. Are there not a host of things seducing me to tarry! Everywhere there are gardens of Armida for me, and therefore there will ever be fresh separations and fresh bitterness of heart! I must set my foot forward, my weary wounded foot : and because I feel I must do this, I often cast grim glances back at the most beautiful things which could not detain me — because they could not detain me ! " 310. Will and Wave. — How eagerly this wave comes hither, as if it were a question of its reaching some- thing ! How it creeps with frightful haste into the innermost corners of the rocky cliff ! It seems that it wants to forestall some one ; it seems that some- thing is concealed there that has value, high value. And now it retreats somewhat more slowly, still quite white with excitement,— is it disappointed? Has it found what it sought? Does it merely pretend to be disappointed ?— But already another wave approaches, still more eager and wild than the first, and its soul also seems to be full of secrets, and of longing for treasure-seeking. Thus live the waves, — thus live we who exercise will ! — I do not say more.— But what ! Ye distrust me ? Ye are angry at me, ye beautiful monsters ? Do ye fear that I will quite betray your secret? Well ! Just SANCTUS JANUARIUS 243 be angry with me, raise your green, dangerous bodies as high as ye can, make a wall between me and the sun — as at present ! Verily, there is now nothing more left of the world save green twilight and green lightning-flashes. Do as ye will, ye wanton creatures, roar with delight and wickedness — or dive under again, pour your emeralds down into the depths, and cast your endless white tresses of foam and spray over them — it is all the same to me, for all is so well with you, and I am so pleased with you for it all : how could I betray you ! For — take this to heart ! — I know you and your secret, I know your race ! You and I are indeed of one race ! You and I have indeed one secret ! 3". Broken Lights. — We are not always brave, and when we are weary, people of our stamp are liable to lament occasionally in this wise : — " It is so hard to cause pain to men — oh, that it should be necessary ! What good is it to live concealed, when we do not want to keep to ourselves that which causes vexation? Would it not be more advisable to live in the madding crowd, and com- pensate individuals for sins that are committed, and must be committed, against mankind in general ? Foolish with fools, vain with the vain, enthusiastic with enthusiasts? Would that not be reasonable when there is such an inordinate amount of divergence in the main ? When I hear of the malignity of others against me — is not my first feeling that of satisfaction? It is well that it should be so ! — I seem to myself to say to them — 244 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV I am so little in harmony with you, and have so much truth on my side : see henceforth that ye be merry at my expense as often as ye can ! Here are my defects and mistakes, here are my illusions, my bad taste, my confusion, my tears, my vanity, my owlish concealment, my contradic- tions! Here you have something to laugh at! Laugh then, and enjoy yourselves! I am not averse to the law and nature of things, which is that defects and errors should give pleasure !— To be sure, there were once ' more glorious ' times, when as soon as any one got an idea, however moderately new it might be, he would think him- self so indispensable as to go out into the street with it, and call to everybody: 'Behold! the kingdom of heaven is at hand!'— I should not miss myself, if I were a-wanting. We are none of us indispensable ! "—As we have said, however, we do not think thus when we are brave ; we do not think about it at all. 312. j^y Dog. — I have given a name to my pain, and call it "a dog,"— it is just as faithful, just as importunate and shameless, just as entertaining, just as wise, as any other dog— and I can domineer over it, and vent my bad humour on it, as others do with their dogs, servants, and wives. 313- No Picture of a Martyr.— \ will take my cue from Raphael, and not paint any more martyr- SANCTUS JANUARIUS 245 pictures. There are enough of subh'me things without its being necessary to seek sublimity where it is linked with cruelty; moreover my ambition would not be gratified in the least if I aspired to be a sublime executioner. 314. New Domestic Animals. — I want to have my lion and my eagle about me, that I may always have hints and premonitions concerning the amount of my strength or weakness. Must I look down on them to-day, and be afraid of them? And will the hour come once more when they will look up to me, and tremble ? — 315. The Last Hour. — Storms are my danger. Shall I have my storm in which I perish, as Oliver Cromwell perished in his storm? Or shall I go out as a light does, not first blown out by the wind, but grown tired and weary of itseli — a burnt-out light? Or finally, shall I blow myself out, so as not to burn out? 316. Prophetic Men. — Ye cannot divine how sorely prophetic men suffer: ye think only that a fine "gift" has been given to them, and would fain have it yourselves, — but I will express my meaning by a simile. How much may not the animals suffer from the electricity ot the atmosphere and the clouds ! Some of them, as we see, have a prophetic faculty with regard to the weather, for example, apes 246 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV (as one can observe very well even in Europe, — and not only in menageries, but at Gibraltar). But it never occurs to us that it is their sufferings — that are their prophets ! When strong positive elec- tricity, under the influence of an approaching cloud not at all visible, is suddenly converted into negative electricity, and an alteration of the weather is imminent, these animals then behave as if an enemy were approaching them, and pre- pare for defence, or flight : they generally hide themselves, — they do not think of the bad weather as weather, but as an enemy whose hand they already ^^// 317- Retrospect. — We seldom become conscious of the real pathos of any period of life as such, as long as we continue in it, but always think it is the only possible and reasonable thing for us henceforth, and that it is altogether ethos and not pathos * — to speak and distinguish like the Greeks. A few notes of music to-day recalled a winter and a house, and a life of utter solitude to my mind, and at the same time the sentiments in which I then lived : I thought I should be able to live in such a state always. But now I understand that it was entirely pathos and passion, something comparable to this painfully bold and truly com- forting music, — it is not one's lot to have these * The distinction between ethos and pathos in ^ristotle is, broadly, that between internal character and external circumstance. — P. V. C. SANCTUS JANUARIUS 247 sensations for years, still less for eternities : other- wise one would become too "ethereal" for this planet. 318. Wisdom in Pain.— In pain there is as much wisdom as in pleasure : like the latter it is one of the best self-preservatives of a species. Were it not so, pain would long ago have been done away with ; that it is hurtful is no argument against it, for to be hurtful is its very essence. In pain I hear the commanding call of the ship's captain : " Take in sail!" "Man," the bold seafarer, must have learned to set his sails in a thousand different ways, otherwise he could not have sailed long, for the ocean would soon have swallowed him up. We must also know how to live with reduced energy : as soon as pain gives its precautionary signal, it is time to reduce the speed— some great danger, some storm, is approaching, and we do well to " catch " as little wind as possible.— It is true that there are men who, on the approach of severe pain, hear the very opposite call of command, and never appear more proud, more martial, or more happy than when the storm is brewing; indeed, pain itself provides them with their supreme moments ! These are the heroic men, the great pain-hringers of mankind : those few and rare ones who need just the same apology as pain generally,— and verily, it should not be denied them! They are forces of the greatest importance for preserving and advancing the species, be it only because they are opposed to smug ease, and do not conceal their disgust at this kind of happiness. 248 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV 319. As Interpreters of our Experiences. — One form of honesty has always been lacking among founders of religions and their kin : — they have never made their experiences a matter of the intellectual con- science. " What did I really experience ? What then took place in me and around me ? Was my understanding clear enough? Was my will directly opposed to all deception of the senses, and courageous in its defence against fan- tastic notions?" — None of them ever asked these questions, nor to this day do any of the good religious people ask them. They have rather a thirst for things which are contrary to reason, and they don't want to have too much difficulty in satisfying this thirst, — so they experience "miracles" and "regenerations," and hear the voices of angels ! But we who are different, who are thirsty for reason, want to look as carefully into our experiences as in the case of a scientific ex- periment, hour by hour, day by day! We our- selves want to be our own experiments, and our own subjects of experiment. 320. On Meeting Again. — A : Do I quite understand you ? You are in search of something ? Where, in the midst of the present, actual world, is, your niche and star? Where can you lay yourself in the sun, so that you also may have a surplus of well-being, that your existence may justify itself? Let everyone do that for himself— you seem to say, SANCTUS JANUARIUS 249 — and let him put talk about generalities, concern for others and society, out of his mind ! — B : I want more ; I am no seeker. I want to create my own sun for myself. 321. A New Precaution. — Let us no longer think so much about punishing, blaming, and improving! We shall seldom be able to alter an individual, and if we should succeed in doing so, something else may also succeed, perhaps unawares : we may have been altered by him ! Let us rather see to it that our own influence on all that is to come outweighs and overweighs his influence ! Let us not struggle in direct conflict! — all blaming, punishing, and desire to improve comes under this category. But let us elevate ourselves all the higher! Let us ever give to our pattern more shining colours ! Let us obscur^ the other by our light ! No ! We do not mean to become darker ourselves on his account, like those who punish and are discontented I Let us rather go aside ! Let us look away I 322. A Simile, — Those thinkers in whom all the stars move in cyclic orbits, are not the most profound. He who looks into himself, as into an immense universe, and carries Milky Ways in himself, knows also how irregular all Milky Ways are ; they lead into the very chaos and labyrinth of existence. 323- Happiness in Destiny. — Destiny confers its great- est distinction upon us when it has made us fight 250 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV for a time on the side of our adversaries. We are thereby predestined to a great victory. 324. In Media Vita. — No ! Life has not deceived nne ! On the contrary, from year to year I find it richer, more desirable and more mysterious — from the day on which the great liberator broke my fetters, the thought that life may be an experiment of the thinker — and not a duty, not a fatality, not a deceit ! — And knowledge itself may be for others something different ; for example, a bed of ease, or the path to a bed of ease, or an entertainment, or a course of idling, — for me it is a world of dangers and victories, in which even the heroic sentiments have their arena and dancing-floor. ^^ Life as a means to knowledge" — with this prin- ciple in one's heart, one can not only be brave, but can even live joyfully and laugh joyfully I And who could know how to laugh well and live well, who did not first understand the full significance of war and victory ? 325. What Belongs to Greatness. — Who can attain to anything great if he does not feel in himself the force and will to inflict great pain? The ability to suffer is a small matter: in that line, weak women and even slaves often attain masterliness. But not to perish from internal distress and doubt when one inflicts great suffering and hears the cry of it — that is great, that belongs to greatness. SANCTUS JANUARIUS 2$ I 326. Physicians of the Soul and Pain. — All preachers of morality, as also all theologians, have a bad habit in common : all of them try to persuade man that he is very ill, and that a severe, final, radical cure is necessary. And because mankind as a whole has for centuries listened too eagerly to those teachers, something of the superstition that the human race is in a very bad way has actually come over men : so that they are now far too ready to sigh ; they find nothing more in life and make melancholy faces at each other, as if life were indeed very hard to endure. In truth, they are inordinately assured of their life and in love with it, and full of untold intrigues and subtleties for suppressing everything disagreeable, and for ex- tracting the thorn from pain and misfortune. It seems to me that people always speak with ex- aggeration about pain and misfortune, as if it were a matter of good behaviour to exaggerate here: on the other hand people are intentionally silent in regard to the number of expedients for alleviat- ing pain ; as for instance, the deadening of it, feverish flurry of thought, a peaceful position, or good and bad reminiscences, intentions, and hopes, — also many kinds of pride and fellow-feeling, which have almost the effect of anaesthetics : while in the greatest degree of pain fainting takes place of itself. We understand very well how to pour sweetness on our bitterness, especially on the bitterness of our soul ; we find a remedy in our bravery and sublimity, as well as in the nobler delirium of sub- 252 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV mission and resignation. A loss scarcely remains a loss for an hour : in some way or other a gift from heaven has always fallen into our lap at the same moment — a new form of strength, for example: be it but a new opportunity for the exercise of strength ! What have the preachers of morality not dreamt concerning the inner '* misery " of evil men ! What lies have they not told us about the misfortunes of impassioned men ! Yes, lying is here the right word : they were only too well aware of the overflowing happiness of this kind of man, but they kept silent as death about it ; because it was a refutation of their theory, according to which happiness only originates through the annihilation of the passions and the silencing of the will ! And finally, as regards the recipe of all those physicians of the soul and their recommendation of a severe radical cure, we may be allowed to ask : Is our life really painful and burdensome enough for us to exchange it with advantage for a Stoical mode of living, and Stoical petrification ? We do not feel sufficiently miserable to have to feel ill in the Stoical fashion ! 327. Taking Things Seriously. — The intellect is with most people an awkward, obscure and creaking machine, which is difficult to set in motion : they call it " taking a thing seriously " when they work with this machine and want to think well — oh, how burdensome must good thinking be to them ! That delightful animal, man, seems to lose his good- humour whenever he thinks well ; he becomes «< serious " ! And " where there is laughing and SANCTUS JANUARIUS 253 gaiety, thinking cannot be worth anything:" — so speaks the prejudice of this serious animal against all " Joyful Wisdom."— Well, then ! Let us show that it is prejudice ! 328. Doing Harm to Stupidity.— It is certain that the belief in the reprehensibility of egoism, preached with such stubbornness and conviction, has on the whole done harm to egoism {in favour of the herd- instinct, as I shall repeat a hundred times !), especi- ally by depriving it of a good conscience, and by bidding us seek in it the source of all misfortune. " Thy selfishness is the bane of thy life "—so rang the preaching for millenniums : it did harm, as we have said, to selfishness, and deprived it of much spirit, much cheerfulness, much ingenuity, and much beauty; it stultified and deformed and poisoned selfishness! — Philosophical antiquity, on the other hand, taught that there was another principal source of evil : from Socrates downwards, the thinkers were never weary of preaching that "your thoughtlessness and stupidity, your un- thinking way of living according to rule, and your subjection to the opinion of your neighbour, are the reasons why you so seldom attain to happiness,— we thinkers are, as thinkers, the happiest of mortals." Let us not decide here whether this preaching against stupidity was more sound than the preaching against selfishness ; it is certain, however, that stupidity was thereby deprived of its good conscience: — those philoso- phers did harm to stupidity. 254 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV 329. Leisure and Idleness. — Th^r^ fc n„ t ^. savagery, a savagery peculiar to The Indfan itZ Told ""'rr 'r'"''^'' *^ Americans strTve after' gold: and the breathless hurry of their work the characteristic vice of the New WorldlaTead^ lectuar on^, °'"' " ^ ^"-^"ge lack of intel- ectuality. One is now ashamed of repose- ev^n Thfni:i„"r irdo'""'^^"^^ ■•^"■°- of r„:cie:: atraid of lett.ng opportunities slip." "Better L anythmg whatever, than nothing "-this or !.; 1 also ,s a noose with which al! cultu e Ind aH higher taste may be strangled. And just "s a form obviously disappears in this hurry o? worker in ihterco^ se'' with friends"" ""' "^^ '"^"°"^' C" fo°; Sn^ornLtr^u"; :f ■■- "-^ consume hfs intellect even fT u • P^''°" ^° real virtue nowadays is to do something in a SANCTUS JANUARIUS 255 shorter time than another person. And so there are only rare hours of sincere intercourse per mt Ued : in them, however, people are tired, and would not only like "to let themselves go," but to stretch their legs out wide in awkward style. The way people write their letters nowadays is quite in keeping with the age ; their style and spirit will always be the true " sign of the times." If there be still enjoyment in society and in art, it is enjoyment such as over-worked slaves provide for themselves. Oh, this moderation in "joy" of our cultured and uncultured classes ! Oh, this increasing suspiciousness of all enjoyment ! Work is winning over more and more the good conscience to its side : the desire for enjoyment already calls itself " need of recreation," and even begins to be ashamed of itself. " One owes it to one's health," people say, when theyare caught at a picnic. Indeed, it might soon go so far that one could not yield to the desire for the vita contemplativa (that is to say, excursions with thoughts and friends), without self- contempt and a bad conscience. — Well ! Formerly it was the very reverse : it was "action" that suffered from a bad conscience. A man of good family concealed his work when need compelled him to labour. The slave laboured under the weight of the feeling that he did something contemptible : — the "doing" itself was something contemptible. " Only in otium and belluni is there nobility and honour : " so rang the voice of ancient pre- judice I 2S6 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV 330- Applause. — The thinker does not need applause or the clapping of hands, provided he be sure of the clapping of his own hands : the latter, however, he cannot do without. Are there men who could also do without this, and in general without any- kind of applause ? I doubt it : and even as regards the wisest, Tacitus, who is no calumniator of the wise, says : quando etiam sapientibus glories cupido novissima exuitur — that means with him : never. 331. Better Deaf than Deafened, — Formerly a person wanted to have his callings but that no longer suffices to-day, for the market has become too large, — there has now to be bawling. The consequence is that even good throats outcry each other, and the best wares are offered for sale with hoarse voices; without market-place bawling and hoarseness there is now no longer any genius. — It is, sure enough, an evil age for the thinker : he has to learn to find his stillness betwixt two noises, and has to pretend to be deaf until he finally becomes so. As long as he has not learned this, he is in danger of perishing from impatience and headaches. 332. The Evil Hour. — There has perhaps been an evil hour for every philosopher, in which he thought : What do I matter, if people should not believe my poor arguments! — And then some malicious bird has flown past him and twittered : " What do you matter !• What do you matter f'^ SANCTUS JANUARIUS 257 333- WAat does Knowing Mean? — Non ridere^ non lugere, neque detestari, sed intelligere ! says Spinoza, so simply and sublimely, as is his wont. Neverthe- less, what else is this intelligere ultimately, but just the form in which the three other things become perceptible to us all at once? A result of the diverging and opposite impulses of desiring to deride, lament and execrate? Before knowledge is possible each of these impulses must first have brought forward its one-sided view of the object or event. The struggle of these one-sided views occurs afterwards, and out of it there occasionally arises a compromise, a pacification, a recognition of rights on all three sides, a sort of justice and agreement : for in virtue of the justice and agree- ment all those impulses can maintain themselves in existence and retain their mutual rights. We, to whose consciousness only the closing reconciliation scenes and final settling of accounts of these long processes manifest themselves, think on that account that intelligere is something conciliating, just and good, something essentially antithetical to the impulses ; whereas it is only a certain relation of the impulses to one another. For a very long time conscious thinking was regarded as the only thinking: it is now only that the truth dawns upon us that the greater part of ouf intellectual activity goes on unconsciously and unfelt by us ; I believe, however, that the im- pulses which are here in mutual conflict under- stand rightly how to make themselves felt by one 17 258 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV another, and how to cause pain :— the violent sudden exhaustion which overtakes all thinkers' may have its origin here (it is the exhaustion of the battle-field). Aye, perhaps in our strugHinji interior there is much concealed heroism, hnX certanily nothing divine, or eternally-reposing-in- itself, as Spinoza supposed. Conscious thinking and especially that of the philosopher, is the weakest and on that account also the relatively mildest and quietest mode of thinking: and thus it is precisely the philosopher who is most easily misled concerning the nature of knowledge. 334- ^ One must Learn to Love.—TUs is our experience in music : we must first learn in general to hear to hear fully, and to distinguish a theme or a melody, we have to isolate and limit it as a life by Itself; then we need to exercise effort and good-will m order to endure it in spite of its strangeness, we need_ patience towards its aspect and expression and indulgence towards what is odd in it:— in the end there comes a moment when we are accustomed to It, when we expect it, when it dawns upon us that we should miss it if it were lacking ; and then It goes on to exercise its spell and charm more and more, and does not cease until we have become Its humble and enraptured lovers, who want it and want It again, and ask for nothing better from the world._It is thus with us, however, not only in music : It is precisely thus that we have learned to love everything that we love. We are always finally recompensed for our good-will, our patience SANCTUS JANUARIUS 259 reasonableness and gentleness towards what is unfamiliar, by the unfamiliar slowly throwing off its veil and presenting itself to us as a new, ineffable beauty : — that is its thanks for our hospitality. He also who loves himself must have learned it in this way : there is no other way. Love also has to be learned. 335. Cheers for Physics ! — How many men are there who know how to observe ? And among the few who do know, — how many observe themselves? "Everyone is furthest from himself" — all the "triers of the reins " know that to their discomfort ; and the saying, " Know thyself," in the mouth of a God and spoken to man, is almost a mockery. But that the case of self-observation is so desperate, is attested best of all by the manner in which almost everybody talks of the nature of a moral action, that prompt, willing, convinced, loquacious manner, with its look, its smile, and its pleasing eagerness! Everyone seems inclined to say to you: "Why, my dear Sir, that is precisely my affair ! You address yourself with your question to him who is authorised \.o answer, for I happen to be wiser with regard to this matter than in anything else. Therefore, when a man decides that ' this is right,' when he accordingly concludes that * it must there- fore be done', and thereupon does what he has thus recognised as right and designated as necessary — then the nature of his action is moral!" But, my friend, you are talking to me about three actions instead of one : your deciding, for instance, that "this is right," is also an action, — could one not / 260 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV judge either morally or immorally ? Why do you regard this, and just this, as right? — "Because my conscience tells me so ; conscience never speaks immorally, indeed it determines in the first place what shall be moral ! " — But why do you h'sfen to the voice of your conscience ? And in how far are you justified in regarding such a judgment as true and infallible? This belief—As, there no further conscience for it? Do you know nothing of an intellectual conscience ? A conscience behind your " conscience " ? Your decision, " this is right," has a previous history in your impulses, your likes and dislikes, your experiences and non-experiences ; " how has it originated ? " you must ask, and after- wards the further question : " what really impels me to give ear to it ? " You can listen to its command like a brave soldier who hears the command of his officer. Or like a woman who loves him who commands. Or like* a flatterer and coward, afraid of the commander. Or like a blockhead who follows because he has nothing to say to the contrary. In short, you can give ear to your conscience in a hundred different ways. But that you hear this or that judgment as the voice of conscience, conse- quently, that you feel a thing to be right— may have its cause in the fact that you have never thought about your nature, and have blindly accepted from your childhood what has been designated to you as right: or in the fact that hitherto bread and honours have fallen to your share with that which you call your duty, — it is " right " to you, because it seems to be your " condition of existence " (that you, however, have a right to existence seems to SANCTUS JANUARIUS 26l you irrefutable !). The persistency of your moral judgment might still be just a proof of personal wretchedness or impersonality; your "moral force" might have its source in your obstinacy — or in your incapacity to perceive new ideals! And to be brief: if you had thought more acutely, observed more accurately, and had learned more, you would no longer under all circumstances call this and that your " duty " and your " conscience " : the know- ledge how moral judgments have in general always originated would make you tired of these pathetic words, — as you have already grown tired of other pathetic words, for instance "sin," "salvation," and " redemption." — And now, my friend, do not talk to me about the categorical imperative ! That word tickles my ear, and I must laugh in spite of your presence and your seriousness. In this connection I recollect old Kant, who, as a punishment for having gained possession surreptitiously of the "thing in itself" — also a very ludicrous affair ! — was imposed upon by the categorical imperative, and with that in his heart strayed back again to " God," the " soul," "freedom," and "immortality," like a fox which strays back into its cage : and it had been his strength and shrewdness which had broken open this cage ! — What ? You admire the categorical imperative in you ? This " persistency " of your so-called moral judgment? This absoluteness of the feeling that " as I think on this matter, so must everyone think"? Admire rather your selfishness therein ! And the blindness, paltriness, and modesty of your selfish- ness ! For it is selfishness in a person to regard his judgment as universal law, and a blind, paltry 263 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV and modest selfishness besides, because it betrays that you have not yet discovered yourself, that you have not yet created for yourself any personal, quite personal ideal : — for this could never be the ideal of another, to say nothing of all, of every one! He who still thinks that "each would have to act in this manner in this case," has not yet advanced half a dozen paces in self-knowledge : otherwise he would know that there neither are, nor can be, similar actions, — that every action that has been done, has been done in an entirely unique and inimitable manner, and that it will be the same with regard to all future actions ; that all precepts of conduct (and even the most esoteric and subtle precepts of all moralities up to the present), apply only to the coarse exterior, —that by means of them, indeed, a semblance of equality can be attained, but only a semblance^ — that in outlook and retrospect, every action is, and remains, an impenetrable affair, — that our opinions of the "good," "noble" and "great" can never be proved by our actions, because no action is cognisable, — that our opinions, esti- mates, and tables of values are certainly among the most powerful levers in the mechanism of our actions, that in every single case, nevertheless, the law of their mechanism is untraceable. Let us confine ourselves, therefore, to the purification of our opinions and appreciations, and to the construction of new tables of value of our own : — we will, how- ever, brood no longer over the " moral worth of our actions"! Yes, my friends ! As regards the whole moral twaddle of people about one another, it is time to be disgusted with it I To sit in judgment SANCTUS JANUARIUS 263 morally ought to be opposed to our taste! Let us leave this nonsense and this bad taste to those who have nothing else to do, save to drag the past a little distance further through time, and who are never themselves the present,— consequently to the many, to the majority! We, however, ww/^ seek to become what we are,— the new, the unique, the in- comparable, making laws for ourselves and creating ourselves ! And for this purpose we must become the best students and discoverers of all the laws and necessities in the world. We must be physicists in order to be creators in that sense,— whereas hitherto all appreciations and ideals have been based on ignorance of physics, or in contradiction thereto. And therefore, three cheers for physics ! And still louder cheers for that which impels us thereto — our honesty. 336. Avarice of Nature.— ^hy has nature been so niggardly towards humanity that she has not let human beings shine, this man more and that man less, according to their inner abundance of light ? Why have not great men such a fine visibility in their rising and setting as the sun? How much less equivocal would life among men then be ! 337. Future " Hutnanityy—Wh&n I look at this age with the eye of a distant future, I find nothing so remarkable in the man of the present day as his peculiar virtue and sickness called " the historical sense." It is a tendency to something quite new 264 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV and foreign in history : if this embryo were given several centuries and more, there might finally evolve out of it a marvellous plant, with a smell equally marvellous, on account of which our old earth might be more pleasant to live in than it has been hitherto. We moderns are just beginning to form the chain of a very powerful, future senti- ment, link by link,— we hardly know what we are doing. It almost seems to us as if it were not the question of a new sentiment, but of the decline of all old sentiments .-—the historical sense is still some- thing so poor and cold, and many are attacked by it as by a frost, and are made poorer and colder by it. To others it appears as the indication of stealthily approaching age, and our planet is regarded by them as a melancholy invalid, who, in order to forget his present condition, writes the history of his youth. In fact, this is one aspect of the new sentiment. He who knows how to regard the history of man in its entirety as his own history, feels in the immense generalisation all the grief of the invalid who thinks of health, of the old man who thinks of the dream of his youth, of the lover who is robbed of his beloved, of the martyr whose ideal is destroyed, of the hero on the evening of the indecisive battle which has brought him wounds and the loss of a friend. But to bear this immense sum of grief of all kinds, to be able to bear it, and yet still be the hero who at the commencement of a second day of battle greets the dawn and his happiness, as one who has an horizon of centuries before and behind him, as the heir of all nobility, of all SANCTUS JANUARIUS 265 past intellect, and the obligatory heir (as the noblest) of all the old nobles ; while at the same time the first of a new nobility, the equal of which has never been seen nor even dreamt of: to take all this upon his soul, the oldest, the newest, the losses, hopes, conquests, and victories of man- kind : to have all this at last in one soul, and to comprise it in one feeling : — this would necessarily furnish a happiness which man has not hitherto known, — a God's happiness, full of power and love, full of tears and laughter, a happiness which, like the sun in the evening, continually gives of its inexhaustible riches and empties into the sea, — and like the sun, too, feels itself richest when even the poorest fisherman rows with golden oars ! This divine feeling might then be called— humanity ! 338. The Will to Suffering and the Compassionate. — Is it to your advantage to be above all compassionate ? And is it to the advantage of the sufferers when you are so ? But let us leave the first question for a moment without an answer. — That from which we suffer most profoundly and personally is almost incomprehensible and inaccessible to every one else : in this matter we are hidden from our neighbour even when he eats at the same table with us. Everywhere, however, where we are noticed as sufferers, our suffering is interpreted in a shallow way ; it belongs to the nature of the emotion of pity to divest unfamiliar suffering of its properly personal character : — our " benefactors " lower our value and volition more than our enemies. In 266 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV most benefits which are conferred on the unfor- tunate there is something shocking in the intellec- tual levity with which the compassionate person plays the role of fate : he knows nothing of all the inner consequences and complications which are called misfortune for me or for you ! The entire economy of my soul and its adjustment by " mis- fortune," the uprising of new sources and needs, the closing up of old wounds, the repudiation of whole periods of the past — none of these things which may be connected with misfortune preoccupy the dear sympathiser. He wishes to succour^ and does not reflect that there is a personal necessity for mis- fortune; that terror, want, impoverishment, midnight watches, adventures, hazards and mistakes are as necessary to me and to you as their opposites, yea, that, to speak mystically, the path to one's own heaven always leads through the voluptuousness of one's own hell. No, he knows nothing thereof. The " religion of compassion " (or " the heart ") bids him help, and he thinks he has helped best when he has helped most speedily! If you adherents of this religion actually have the same sentiments towards yourselves which you have towards your fellows, if you are unwilling to endure your own suffering even for an hour, and continually forestall all possible misfortune, if you regard suffering and pain generally as evil, as detestable, as deserving of annihilation, and as blots on existence, well, you have then, besides your religion of compassion, yet another religion in your heart (and this is perhaps the mother of the former) — the religion of smug ease. Ah, how little you know of the happiness of SANCTUS JANUARIUS 267 man, you comfortable and good-natured ones ! — for happiness and misfortune are brother and sister, and twins, who grow tall together, or, as with you, remain small together ! But now let us return to the first question. — How is it at all possible for a person to keep to his path ! Some cry or other is continually calling one aside : our eye then rarely lights on anything without it becoming necessary for us to leave for a moment our own affairs and rush to give assistance. I know there are hundreds of respectable and laud- ^ able methods of making me stray from my course^ and in truth the most " moral " of methods ! Indeed, the opinion of the present-day preachers of the morality of compassion goes so far as to imply that just this, and this alone is moral: — to stray from our course to that extent and to run to the assistance of our neighbour. I am equally certain that I need only give myself over to the sight of one case of actual distress, and I, too, am lost! And if a suffering friend said to me, " See, I shall soon die, only promise to die with me" — I might promise it, just as — to select for once bad examples for good reasons — the sight of a small, mountain people struggling for freedom, would bring me to the point of offering them my hand and my life. Indeed, there is even a secret seduction in all this awakening of compassion, and calling for help : our " own way " is a thing too^ hard and insistent, and too far removed from the love and gratitude of others, — we escape from it and from our most personal conscience, not at all unwillingly, and, seeking security in the conscience 26^ THE Joyful WISDOM, iv of others, we take refuge in the lovely temple of the " religion of pity." As soon now as any war breaks out, there always breaks out at the same time a certain secret delight precisely in the noblest class of the people : they rush with rapture to meet the new danger of deaths because they believe that in the sacrifice for their country they have finally that long-sought-for permission — the permission to shirk their aim : — war is for them a detour to suicide, a detour, however, with a good conscience. And although silent here about some things, I will not, however, be silent about my morality, which says to me : Live in conceal- ment in order that thou mayest live to thyself Live ignorant of that which seems to thy age to be most important! Put at least the skin of three centuries betwixt thyself, and the present day! And the clamour of the present day, the noise of wars and revolutions, ought to be a murmur to thee! Thou wilt also want to help, but only those whose distress thou entirely under - standest, because they have one sorrow and one hope in common with thee — ^y friends : and only in the way that thou helpest thyself: — I want to make them more courageous, more enduring, more simple, more joyful ! I want to teach them that which at present so few understand, and the preachers of fellowship in sorrow least of all : — m.vciQ\y, fellowship in Joy I 339- Vita femina. — To see the ultimate beauties in a work — all knowledge and good-will is not enough ; SANCTUS JANUARIUS 269 It requires the rarest, good chance for the veil of clouds to move for once from the summits, and for the sun to shine on them. We must not only stand at precisely the right place to see this, our very soul itself must have pulled away the veil from its heights, and must be in need of an external expression and simile, so as to have a hold and remain master of itself All these, however, are so rarely united at the same time that I am inclined to believe that the highest summit of all that is good, be it work, deed, man, or nature, has hitherto remained for most people, and even for the best, as something concealed and shrouded : — that, however, which unveils itself to us, unveils itself to us but once. The Greeks indeed prayed : "Twice and thrice, everything beautiful!" Ah, they had their good reason to call on the Gods, for ungodly actuality does not furnish us with the beautiful at all, or only does so once ! I mean to say that the world is overfull of beautiful things, but it is nevertheless poor, very poor, in beautiful moments, and in the unveiling of those beautiful things. But perhaps this is the greatest charm of life: it puts a gold-embroidered veil of lovely potentialities over itself, promising, resisting, modest, mocking, sympathetic, seductive. Yes, life is a woman ! 340. The Dying Socrates. — I admire the courage and wisdom of Socrates in all that he did, said— and did not say. This mocking and amorous demon and rat-catcher of Athens, who made the most * insolent youths tremble and sob, was not only the 270 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV wisest babbler that has ever lived, but was just as great in his silence. I would that he had also been silent in the last moment of his life, — perhaps he might then have belonged to a still higher order of intellects. Whether it was death, or the poison, or piety, or wickedness — something or other loosened his tongue at that moment, and he said : " O Crito, I owe a cock to Asclepios." For him who has ears, this ludicrous and terrible " last word " implies : " O Crito, life is a long sickness ! " Is it possible ! A man like him, who had lived cheerfully and to all appearance as a soldier, — was a pessimist ! He had merely put on a good demeanour towards life, and had all along concealed his ultimate judgment, his profoundest sentiment ! Socrates, Socrates had suffered from life ! And he also took his revenge for it — with that veiled, fearful, pious, and blasphemous phrase ! Had even a Socrates to revenge himself? Was there a grain too little of magnanimity in his superabundant virtue ? Ah, my friends ! We must surpass even the Greeks ! M/ 341- "^ - The Heaviest Burden. — What if a demon' crept after thee into thy loneliest loneliness some day or night, and said to thee: "This life, as thou livest it at present, and hast lived it, thou must live it once more, and also innumerable times ; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and every sigh, and all the unspeakably small and great in thy life must come to thee again, and all in the same series and sequence — and similarly SANCTUS JANUARIUS 27 1 this spider and this moonlight among the trees, and similarly this moment, and I myself. The eternal sand-glass of existence will ever be turned once more, and thou with it, thou speck of dust ! " — Wouldst thou not throw thyself down and gnash thy teeth, and curse the demon that so spake? Or hast thou once experienced a tremendous moment in which thou wouldst answer him : " Thou art a God, and never did I hear anything so divine!" If that thought acquired power over thee as thou art, it would transform thee, and perhaps crush thee ; the question with regard to all and everything : " Dost thou want this once more, and also for innumerable times ? " would lie as the heaviest burden upon thy activity ! Or, how wouldst thou have to become favourably inclined to thyself and to life, so as to long for nothing more ardently than for this last eternal sanctioning and sealing ? — 342. Incipit Tragcedia. — When Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the Lake of Urmi, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But at last his heart changed, — and rising one morning with the rosy dawn, he went before the sun and spake thus to it : " Thou great star ! What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those for whom thou shinest ! For ten years hast thou climbed hither unto my cave : thou wouldst have wearied of thy light and of the journey, had it not been for me, mine eagle, and my serpent. But we awaited thee every morning, took 272 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, IV from thee thine overflow, and blessed thee for it. Lo ! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that hath gathered too much honey ; I need hands out- stretched to take it. I would fain bestow and distribute, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches. Therefore must I descend into the deep, as thou doest in the evening, when thou goest behind the sea and givest light also to the nether- world, thou most rich star ! Like thee must I go down, as men say, to whom I shall descend. Bless me then, thou tranquil eye, that canst behold even the greatest happiness without envy! Bless the cup that is about to overflow, that the water may flow golden out of it, and carry everywhere the reflection of thy bliss ! Lo ! This cup is again going to empty itself, and Zarathustra is again going to be a man."— Thus began Zarathustra's down-going. BOOK FIFTH WE FEARLESS ONES " Carcasse, tu trembles ? Tu tremblerais bien davantage, si tu savais, oii je te mene."— Turenne. i8 m 343. W/iai( our Cheerfulness Signifies. — The mosr^ important of more recent events — that "God is dead," that the belief in the Christian God has become unworthy of belief — already begins to cast its first shadows over Europe. To the kw at least whose eye, whose suspecting g\^.nce^ is strong enough and subtle enough for this drama, some sun seems to have set, some old, profound confidence seems to have changed into doubt : our old world must seem to them daily more darksome, distrustful, strange and " old." In the main, however, one may say that the event itself is far too great, too remote, too much beyond most people's power of apprehen- sion, for one to suppose that so much as the report of it could have reached them ; not to speak of many who already knew what had taken place, and what must all collapse now that this belief had been undermined, — because so much was built upon it,** so much rested on it, and had become one with it : for example, our entire European morality. This lengthy, vast and uninterrupted process of crum- bling, destruction, ruin and overthrow which is now imminent : who has realised it sufficiently to-day to have to stand up as the teacher and herald of such a tremendous logic of terror, as the prophet of a period of gloom and eclipse, the like of which has 2/6 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V probably never taken place on earth before ? , . . Even we, the born riddle-readers, who wait as it were on the mountains posted 'twixt to-day and to-morrow, and engirt by their contradiction, we, the firstlings and premature children of the coming century, into whose sight especially the shadows which must forthwith envelop Europe should already have come — how is it that even we, with- out genuine sympathy for this period of gloom, contemplate its advent without any personal solicitude or fear? Are we still, perhaps, too much under the immediate effects of the event — and are these effects, especially as regards our- selves, perhaps the reverse of what was to be expected — not at all sad and depressing, but rather like a new and indescribable variety of light, happiness, relief, enlivenment, encourage- ment, and dawning day? ... In fact, we philo- sophers and " free spirits " feel ourselves irradiated as by a new dawn by the report that the "old God is dead " ; our hearts overflow with gratitude, astonishment, presentiment and expectation. At last the horizon seems open once more, granting even that it is not bright ; our ships can at last put out to sea in face of every danger ; every hazard is again permitted to the discerner ; the sea, our sea, again lies open before us ; perhaps never before did such an " open sea " exist. — 344. To what Extent even We are still Pious. — It is said with good reason that convictions have no civic rights in the domain of science : it is only when a WE FEARLESS ONES 2/7 conviction voluntarily condescends to the modesty of an hypothesis, a preliminary standpoint for experi- ment, or a regulative fiction, that its access to the realm of knowledge, and a certain value therein, can be conceded, — always, however, with the re- striction that it must remain under police super- vision, under the police of our distrust. — Regarded more accurately, however, does not this imply that only when a conviction ceases to be a conviction can it obtain admission into science? Does not the discipline of the scientific spirit just commence when one no longer harbours any conviction ? . . . It is probably so : only, it remains to be asked whether, in order that this discipline may commence^ it is not necessary that there should already be a conviction, and in fact one so imperative and absolute, that it makes a sacrifice of all other convictions. One sees that science also rests on a belief : there is no science at all " without premises." The question whether truth is neces- sary, must not merely be affirmed beforehand, but must be affirmed to such an extent that the principle, belief, or conviction finds expres- sion, that " there is nothing more necessary than truth, and in comparison with it everything else has only secondary value." — This absolute will to truth: what is it? Is it the will not to allow ourselves to be deceived? Is it the will not io de- ceive ? For the will to truth could also be inter- preted in this fashion, provided one included under the generalisation, " I will not deceive " the special case, " I will not deceive myself" But why not deceive? Why not allow oneself to be 278 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V deceived ? — Let it be noted that the reasons for the former eventuality belong to a category quite differ- ent from those for the latter : one does not want to be deceived oneself, under the supposition that it is injurious, dangerous, or fatal to be deceived, — in this sense science would be a prolonged process of caution, foresight and utility; against which, however, one might reasonably make objec- tions. What ? is not-wishing-to-be-deceived really less injurious, less dangerous, less fatal ? What do you know of the character of existence in all its phases to be able to decide whether the greater advantage is on the side of absolute distrust, or of absolute trustfulness ? In case, however, of both being necessary, much trusting and much distrust- ing, whence then should science derive the abso- lute belief, the conviction on which it rests, that truth is more important than anything else, even than every other conviction? This conviction could not have arisen if truth and untruth had both continually proved themselves to be use- ful : as is the case. Thus — the belief in science, which now undeniably exists, cannot have had its origin in such a utilitarian calculation, but rather in spite of the fact of the inutility and dangerousness of the " Will to truth," of " truth at all costs," being continually demonstrated. " At all costs " : alas, we understand that sufficiently well, after having sacrificed and slaughtered one belief after another at this altar ! — Consequently, " Will to truth " does not imply, " I will not allow i myself to be deceived," but — there is no other lalternative — " I will not deceive, not even myself" : WE FEARLESS ONES 279 and thus we have reached the realm of morality. For let one just ask oneself fairly: "Why wilt thou not deceive?" especially if it should seem— and it does seem— as if life were laid out with a view to appearance, I mean, with a view to error, deceit, dissimulation, delusion, self-delusion ; and when on the other hand it is a matter of fact that the great type of life has always manifested itself on the side of the most unscrupulous TroXi^rpoTroi. Such an intention might perhaps, to express it mildly, be a piece of Quixotism, a little enthusiastic craziness ; it might also, however, be something worse, namely, a destructive principle, hostile to life "Will to Truth,"^that might be a concealed Will to Death.-Thus the question Why is there science? leads back to the moral problem : What in general is the purpose of morality, if life, nature, and history are « non-moral '^ ? There is no doubt that the conscientious man in the daring and extreme sense in which he is presupposed by the belief in science, affirms thereby a world other than that of life, nature, and history ; and in so far as he affirms this " other world," what? must he not just thereby— deny its counterpart, this world, our world? ... But what I have in view will now be understood, namely, that it is always a metaphysical belief on which our belief in science rests,— and that even we knowing ones of to-day, tV>lf2JJ^'^-^ ^^^ anti-metaphysical, still take our fire from the conflagration kindled by a belief a millennium old, the Christian belief, which was also the belief of Plato, that God is truth, that the truth is divine. ... But what if 28o THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V this itself always becomes more untrustworthy, what if nothing any longer proves itself divine, except it be error, blindness, and falsehood ;— what if God himself turns out to be our most persistent lie?— 345. Morality as a Problem.— K defect in personality revenges itself everywhere: an enfeebled, lank, obliterated, self-disavowing and disowning person- ality is no longer fit for anything good— it is least of all fit for philosophy. "Selflessness" has no value either in heaven or on earth ; the great \i problems all demand great love, and it is only the strong, well-rounded, secure spirits, those who have a solid basis, that are qualified for them. It makes the most material difference whether a thinker stands personally related to his problems, having his fate, his need, and even his highest happiness therein ; or merely impersonally, that is to say, if he can only feel and grasp them with the tentacles of cold, prying thought. In the latter case I warrant that nothing comes of it : for the great problems, grant- ing that they let themselves be grasped at all, do not let themselves be held by toads and weaklings : that has ever been their taste— a taste also which they share with all high-spirited women.— How is it that I have not yet met with any one, not even in books, who seems to have stood to morality in this position, as one who knew morality as a problem, and this problem as his own personal need, afflic- tion, pleasure and passion? It is obvious that up to the present morality has not been a problem at all; it has rather been the very ground on WE FEARLESS ONES 28 1 which people have met after all distrust, dissen- sion and contradiction, the hallowed place of peace, where thinkers could obtain rest. even from themselves, could recover breath and revive. I see no one who has ventured to criticise the estimates of moral worth. I miss in this con- nection even the attempts of scientific curiosity, and the fastidious, groping imagination of psycho- logists and historians, which easily anticipates a problem and catches it on the wing, without rightly knowing what it catches. With difficulty I have discovered some scanty data for the purpose of furnishing a history of the origin of these feelings and estimates of value (which is something different from a criticism of them, and also something differ- ent from a history of ethical systems). In an individual case I have done everything to encourage the inclination and talent for this kind of history — in vain, as it would seem to me at present. There is little to be learned from those historians of morality (especially Englishmen) : they themselves are usually, quite unsuspiciously, under the in- fluence of a definite morality, and act unwittingly as its armour-bearers and followers — perhaps still repeating sincerely the popular superstition of Christian Europe, that the characteristic of moral action consists in abnegation, self-denial, self- sacrifice, or in fellow-feeling and fellow-suffering. The usual error in their premises is their insist- ence on a certain consensus among human beings, at least among civilised human beings, with regard to certain propositions of morality, from thence they conclude that these propositions are 282 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V absolutely binding even upon you and me ; or reversely, they come to the conclusion that no morality is binding, after the truth has dawned upon them that among different peoples moral valuations are necessarily different : both of which conclusions are equally childish follies. The error of the more subtle amongst them is that they discover and criticise the probably foolish opinions of a people about its own morality, or the opinions of mankind about human morality generally (they treat accordingly of its origin, its religious sanctions, the superstition of free will, and such matters), and they think that just by so doing they have criticised the morality itself. But the worth of a precept, " Thou shalt," is fundamentally different from and independent of such opinions about it, and must be distinguished from the weeds of error with which it has perhaps been overgrown : just as the worth of a medicine to a sick person is altogether independent of the question whether he has a scientific opinion about medicine, or merely thinks about it as an old wife would do. A morality could even have grown oui of an error : but with this knowledge the problem of its worth would not even be touched. — Thus, no one hitherto has tested the value of that most cele- brated of all medicines, called morality : for which purpose it is first of all necessary for one — to call it in question. Well, that is just our work. — 346. Our Note of Interrogation. — But you don't under- stand it? As a matter of fact, an effort will be WE FEARLESS ONES 283 necessary in order to understand us. We seek for words ; we seek perhaps also for ears. Who are we after all ? If we wanted simply to call our- selves in older phraseology, atheists, unbelievers, or even immoralists, we should still be far from thinking ourselves designated thereby : we are all three in too late a phase for people generally to conceive, for fou, my inquisitive friends, to be able to conceive, what is our state of mind under the circumstances. No ! we have no longer the bitter- ness and passion of him who has broken loose, who has to make for himself a belief, a goal, and even a martyrdom out of his unbelief! We have become saturated with the conviction (and have grown cold and hard in it) that things are not at all divinely ordered in this world, nor even according to human standards do they go on rationally, mercifully, or justly : we know the fact that the world in which we live is ungodly, immoral, and " inhuman," — we have far too long interpreted it to ourselves falsely and mendaciously, according to the wish and will of our veneration, that is to say, according to our need. For man is a venerating animal ! But he is also a distrustful animal : and that the world is noi worth what we believed it to be worth is about the surest thing our dis- trust has at last managed to grasp. So much distrust, so much philosophy! We take good care not to say that the world is of /ess value : it seems to us at present absolutely ridiculous when man claims to devise values to surpass the values of the actual world, — it is precisely from that point that we have retraced our steps ; 284 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V as from an extravagant error of human conceit and irrationality, which for a long period has not been recognised as such. This error had its last ex- pression in modern Pessimism ; an older and stronger manifestation in the teaching of Buddha ; but Christianity also contains it, more dubiously, to be sure, and more ambiguously, but none the less seductive on that account. The whole attitude of "man versus the world," man as world -denying principle, man as the standard of the value of things, as judge of the world, who in the end puts existence itself on his scales and finds it too light — the monstrous impertinence of this attitude has dawned upon us as such, and has disgusted us, — we now laugh when we find, "Man and World" placed beside one another, separated by the sublime presumption of the little word " and " ! But how is it ? Have we not in our very laugh- ing just made a further step in despising mankind ? And consequently also in Pessimism, in despising the existence cognisable by us? Have we not just thereby awakened suspicion that there is an opposition between the world in which we have hitherto been at home with our venerations — for the sake of which we perhaps endure life — and another world which we ourselves are: an inexor- able, radical, most profound suspicion concerning ourselves, which is continually getting us Euro- peans more annoyingly into its power, and could easily face the coming generation with the ter- rible alternative : Either do away with your venerations, or — with yourselves !" The latter would be Nihilism — but would not the former WE FEARLESS ONES 285 also be Nihilism? This is our note of interro- gation. 347. Believers and their Need of Belief. —Rovf much faith a person requires in order to flourish, how much " fixed opinion " he requires which he does not wish to have shaken, because he holds himself thereby— is a measure of his power (or more plainly speaking, of his weakness). Most people in old Europe, as it seems to me, still need Christianity at present, and on that account it still finds belief For such is man : a theological dogma might be refuted to him a thousand times,— provided, how- ever, that he had need of it, he would again and again accept it as " true,"— according to the famous "proof of power" of which the Bible speaks. Some have still need of metaphysics ; but also the impatient longing for certainty which at present discharges itself in scientific, positivist fashion among large numbers of the people, the longing by all means to get at something stable (while on account of the warmth of the longing the establishing of the certainty is more leisurely and negligently undertaken) :— even this is still the longing for a hold, a support ; in short, the instinct oj weakness, which, while not actually creating religions, metaphysics, and convictions of all kinds, nevertheless— preserves them. In fact, around all these positivist systems there fume the vapours of a certain pessimistic gloom, something of weari- ness, fatalism, disillusionment, and fear of new disillusionment— or else manifest animosity, ill- humour, anarchic exasperation, and whatever there 286 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V is of symptom or masquerade of the feeling of weakness. Even the readiness with which our cleverest contemporaries get lost in wretched corners and alleys, for example, in Vaterlanderei (so I designate Jingoism, called chauvinisme in France, and " deutsck" in Germany), or in petty aesthetic creeds in the manner of Parisian natura- lisme (which only brings into prominence and uncovers that aspect of nature which excites simultaneously disgust and astonishment — they like at present to call this aspect la viritd vraie), or in Nihilism in the St Petersburg style (that is to say, in the belief in unbelief, even to martyrdom for it) : — this shows always and above all the need of belief, support, backbone, and buttress. . . . Belief is always most desired, most pressingly needed, where there is a lack of will : for the will, as emotion of command, is the distin- guishing characteristic of sovereignty and power. That is to say, the less a person knows how to command, the more urgent is his desire for that j which commands, and commands sternly, — a God, / a prince, a caste, a physician, a confessor, a dogma, / a party conscience. From whence perhaps itj^^ could be inferred that the two world-religions, Buddhism and Christianity, might well have had the cause of their rise, and especially of their rapid extension, in an extraordinary maladx_ofjIi£-wUL^ And in truth it has been so : botfi"religions lighted upon a longing, monstrously exaggerated by malady of the will, for an imperative, a " Thou-shalt," a longing going the length of despair ; both religions were teachers of fanaticism in times of slackness . WE FEARLESS ONES 287 of will-power, and thereby offered to innumerable persons a support, a new possibility of exercising will, an enjoyment in willing. For in fact fanati- cism is the sole "volitional strength" to which the weak and irresolute can be excited, as a sort of hypnotising of the entire sensory-intellectual system, in favour of the over-abundant nutrition (hypertrophy) of a particular point of view and a particular sentiment, which then dominates — the Christian calls it hxs faith. When a man arrives at the fundamental conviction that he requires to be commanded, he becomes "a believer." Reversely, one could imagine a delight and a power of self- determining, and a freedom of will, whereby a spirit \ could bid farewell to every belief, to every wish for \ certainty, accustomed as it would be to support itself on slender cords and possibilities, and to dance even on the verge of abysses. Such a spirit ^ would be Xki". from be^ng that ^orld ltsel/:-is there anythfg German in this thought, the profundity of Ch ch has not as yet been exhausted? Is there reason 306 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V to think that a person of the Latin race would not readily have stumbled on this reversal of the apparent ? — for it is a reversal. Let us call to mind secondly, the immense note of interrogation which Kant wrote after the notion of causality. Not that he at all doubted its legitimacy, like Hume: on the contrary, he began cautiously to define the domain within which this notion has significance generally (we have not even yet got finished with the marking out of these limits). Let us take thirdly, the astonishing hit of Hegel, who stuck at no logical usage or fastidiousness when he ventured to teach that the conceptions of kinds develop out of one another : with which theory the thinkers in Europe were prepared for the last great scientific movement, for Darwinism — for without Hegel there would have been no Darwin. Is there anything German in this Hegelian innovation which first introduced the decisive conception of evolution into science? — Yes, without doubt we feel that there is something of ourselves " discovered " and divined in all three cases ; we are thankful for it, and at the same time surprised; each of these three principles is a thoughtful piece of German self-confession, self-understanding, and self-know- ledge. We feel with Leibnitz that "our inner world is far richer, ampler, and more concealed " ; as Germans we are doubtful, like Kant, about the ultimate validity of scientific knowledge of nature, and in general about whatever can be known caiisaliter : the knowable as such now appears to us of less worth. We Germans should still have been Hegelians, even though there had never been a WE FEARLESS ONES 307 Hegel, inasmuch as we (in contradistinction to all Latin peoples) instinctively attribute to becoming, to evolution, a profounder significance and higher value than to that which " is " — we hardly believe at all in the validity of the concept "being." This is all the more the case because we are not inclined to concede to our human logic that it is logic in itself, that it is the only kind of logic (we should rather like, on the contrary, to convince ourselves that it is only a special case, and perhaps one of the strangest and most stupid). — A fourth question would be whether also Schopenhauer with his Pessimism, that is to say, the problem of the worth of existence^ had to be a German. I think not. The event after which this problem was to be expected with certainty, so that an astronomer of the soul could have calculated the day and the hour for it — namely, the decay of the belief in the Christian God, the victory of scientific atheism, — is a universal European event, in which all races are to have their share of service and honour. On the contrary, it has to be ascribed precisely to the Germans — those with whom Schopenhauer was contemporary, — that they de- layed this victory of atheism longest, and en- dangered it most. Hegel especially was its retarder par excellence, in virtue of the grandiose attempt which he made to persuade us at the very last of the divinity of existence, with the help of our sixth sense, " the historical sense." As philosopher, Schopenhauer was the first avowed and infllexible atheist we Germans have had : his hostility to Hegel had here its motive. The non-divinity 308 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V of existence was regarded by him as something understood, palpable, indisputable ; he always lost his philosophical composure and got into a passion when he saw anyone hesitate and beat about the bush here. It is at this point that his thorough uprightness of character comes in : unconditional, honest atheism is precisely the preliminary condition for his raising the problem, as a final and hardwon victory of the European conscience, as the most prolific act of two thousand years' discipline to truth, which in the end no longer tolerates the lie of the belief in a God. . . . One sees what has really gained the victory over the Christian God — , Christian morality itself, the conception of veracity, taken ever more strictly, the confessional subtlety of the Christian conscience, translated and sub- limated to the scientific conscience, to intellectual purity at any price. To look upon nature as if it were a proof of the goodness and care of a God ; to interpret history in honour of a divine reason, as a constant testimony to a moral order in the world and a moral final purpose ; to explain personal experiences as pious men have long enough explained them, as if everything were a dispensation or intimation of Providence, some- thing planned and sent on behalf of the salvation of the soul : all that is no^ past, it has conscience against it, it is regarded by all the more acute consciences as disreputable and dishonourable, as mendaciousness, femininism, weakness, and cowardice, — by virtue of this severity, if by any- thing, we are good Europeans, the heirs of Europe's longest and bravest self-conquest. When we thus WE FEARLESS ONES 309 reject the Christian interpretation, and condemn its "significance" as a forgery, we are immediately confronted in a striking manner with the Schopen- hauerian question : Has existence then a significance at all? — the question which will require a couple of centuries even to be completely heard in all its profundity. Schopenhauer's own answer to this question was— if I may be forgiven for saying so a premature, juvenile reply, a mere compromise, a stoppage and sticking in the very same Christian- ascetic, moral perspectives, the belief in which had got notice to quit along with the belief in God. But he raised the question— as a good European, as we have said, and not as a German.— Or did the Germans prove at least by the way in which they seized on the Schopenhauerian question, their inner connection and relationship to him, their preparation for his problem, and their need of it ? That there has been thinking and printing even in Germany since Schopenhauer's time on the problem raised by him,— it was late enough!— does not at all suffice to enable us to decide in fLivour of this closer relationship; one could, on the contrary, lay great stress on the peculiar awk- wardness of this post-Schopenhauerian Pessimism —Germans evidently do not behave themselves here as in their element. I do not at all allude here to Eduard von Hartmann ; on the contrary, my old suspicion is not vanished even at present that he is too clever for us ; I mean to say that as arrant rogue from the very first, he did not perhaps make merry solely over German Pessimism— and that in the end he might probably "bequeathe" 310 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V to them the truth as to how far a person could bamboozle the Germans themselves in the age of bubble companies. But further, are we perhaps to reckon to the honour of Germans, the old humming-top, Bahnsen, who all his life spun about with the greatest pleasure around his realistically dialectic misery and " personal ill-luck," — was that German? (In passing I recommend his writings for the purpose for which I myself have used them, as anti-pessimistic fare, especially on account of his elegantia psychologica, which, it seems to me, could alleviate even the most constipated body and soul). Or would it be proper to count such dilettanti and old maids as the mawkish apostle of virginity, Mainlander, among the genuine Germans? After all he was probably a Jew (all Jews become mawkish when they moralise). Neither Bahnsen, nor Mainlander, nor even Eduard von Hartmann, give us a reliable grasp of the question whether the pessimism of Schopenhauer (his frightened glance into an undeified world, which has become stupid, blind, deranged and problematic, his honourable fright) was not only an exceptional case among Germans, but a German event : while everything else which stands in the foreground, like our valiant politics and our joyful Jingoism (which decidedly enough regards everything with refer- ence to a principle sufficiently unphilosophical : ^* Deutschland, Deutschland, fiber A lies, ^'* conse- quently sub specie speciei, namely, the German species), testifies very plainly to the contrary. No ! * ^'^ Germany, Germany, above alP' : the first line of the German national song. — Tr. WE FEARLESS ONES 31I The Germans of to-day are not pessimists ! And Schopenhauer was a pessimist, I repeat it once more, as a good European, and not as a German. 358. The Peasant Revolt of the Spirit. — We Europeans find ourselves in view of an immense world of ruins, where some things still tower aloft, while other objects stand mouldering and dismal, where most things however already lie on the ground, pic- turesque enough — where were there ever finer ruins? — overgrown with weeds, large and small. It is the Church which is this city of decay: we see the religious organisation of Christianity shaken to its deepest foundations. The belief in God is overthrown, the belief in the Christian ascetic ideal is now fighting its last fight. Such a long and solidly built work as Christianity — it was the last construction of the Romans ! — could not of course be demolished all at once ; every sort of earthquake had to shake it, every sort of spirit which perforates, digs, gnaws and moulders had to assist in the work of destruction. But that which is strangest is that those who have exerted themselves most to retain and preserve Christianity, have been precisely those who did most to destroy it, — the Germans. It seems that the Germans do not understand the essence of a Church. Are they not spiritual enough, or not distrustful enough to do so? In any case the structure of the Church rests on a southern freedom and liberality of spirit, and similarly on a southern suspicion of nature, man, and spirit, — it rests on a knowledge of man 312 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V an experience of man, entirely different from what the north has had. The Lutheran Reformation in all its length and breadth was the indignation of the simple against something "complicated." To speak cautiously, it was a coarse, honest mis- understanding, in which much is to be forgiven, — people did not understand the mode of expression of a victorious Church, and only saw corruption ; they misunderstood the noble scepticism, the luxury of scepticism and toleration which every victorious, self-confident power permits. . . . One overlooks the fact readily enough at present that as regards all cardinal questions concerning power Luther was badly endowed ; he was fatally short-sighted, superficial and imprudent — and above all, as a man sprung from the people, he lacked all the hereditary qualities of a ruling caste, and all the instincts for power ; so that his work, his intention to restore the work of the Romans, merely became involuntarily and unconsciously the commencement of a work of destruction. He unravelled, he tore asunder with honest rage, where the old spider had woven longest and most carefully. He gave the sacred books into the hands of everyone, — they thereby got at last into the hands of the philologists, that is to say, the annihilators of every belief based upon books. He demolished the conception of "the Church" in that he repudiated the belief in the inspiration of the Councils : for only under the supposition that the inspiring spirit which had founded the Church still lives in it, still builds it, still goes on building its house, does the conception of " the Church " retain its power. He gave back WE FEARLESS ONES 313 to the priest sexual intercourse : but three-fourths of the reverence of which the people (and above all the women of the people) are capable, rests on the belief that an exceptional man in this respect will also be an exceptional man in other respects. It is precisely here that the popular belief in some- thing superhuman in man, in a miracle, in the saving God in man, has its most subtle and insidi- ous advocate. After Luther had given a wife to the priest, he had to take from him auricular confes- sion ; that was psychologically right : but thereby he practically did away with the Christian priest him- self, whose profoundest utility has ever consisted! m his being a sacred ear, a silent well, and a grave' for secrets. « Every man his own priest "—behind such formula and their bucolic slyness, there was concealed in Luther the profoundest hatred of "higher men," and of the rule of "higher men," as the Church had conceived them. Luther disowned an ideal which he did not know how to attain, while he seemed to combat and detest the degenera- tion thereof. As a matter of fact, he, the impossible monk, repudiated the rule of the homines religiosi • he consequently brought about precisely the same thing within the ecclesiastical social order that he combated so impatiently in the civic order,— namely a "peasant insurrection."— As to all that grew out of his Reformation afterwards, good and bad, which can at present be almost counted up,— who would be naive enough to praise or blame Luther simply on account of these results? He is innocent of all; he knew not what he did. The art of making the European spirit shallower 314 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V especially in the north, or more good-natured, if people would rather hear it designated by a moral expression, undoubtedly took a clever step m advance in the Lutheran Reformation ; and similarly there grew out of it the mobility and disquietude of the spirit, its thirst for independence, its belief in the right to freedom, and its " naturalness." If people wish to ascribe to the Reformation in the last instance the merit of having prepared and favoured that which we at present honour as « modern science," they must of course add that it is also accessory to bringing about the degenera- tion of the modern scholar, with his lack of reverence, of shame and of profundity ; and that it is also responsible for all nafve candour and plain-dealing in matters of knowledge, in short for the plebeianism of the spirit which is peculiar to the last two centuries, and from which even pessimism hitherto, has not in any way delivered us. " Modern ideas" also belong to this peasant insurrection of the north against the colder, more ambiguous, more suspicious spirit of the south, which has built itself its greatest monument in the Christian Church. Let us not forget in the end what a Church is, and especially in contrast to every "State"- a Church is above all an authoritative organisation which secures to the most spiritual men the highest rank, and believes in the power of spirituality so far as to forbid all grosser appliances of authority. Through this alone the Church is under all circumstances a nobler institution than the State.— WE FEARLESS ONES 359. 315 Vengeance on Intellect, and other Backgrounds of i^^w/Z/j.—Morality— where do you think it has Its most dangerous and rancorous advocates?— There, for example, is an ill-constituted man, who does not possess enough of intellect to be able to take pleasure in it, and just enough of culture to be aware of the fact ; bored, satiated, and a self- despiser ; besides being cheated unfortunately by some hereditary property out of the last consolation, the "blessing of labour," the self-forgetfulness in the " day's work " ; one who is thoroughly ashamed of his existence— perhaps also harbouring some vices,— and who on the other hand (by means of books to which he has no right, or more intellectual society than he can digest), cannot help vitiating himself more and more, and making himself vain and irritable : such a thoroughly poisoned man— for intellect becomes poison, culture becomes poison, possession becomes poison, solitude becomes poison, to such ill-constituted beings— gets at last into a habitual state of vengeance and inclination for vengeance. . . . What do you think he finds necessary, absolutely necessary in order to give himself the appearance in his own eyes of superi- ority over more intellectual men, so as to give himself the delight of perfect revenge, at least in imagination? It is always morality that he requires, one may wager on it ; always the big moral words, always the high-sounding words: justice, wisdom, holiness, virtue ; always the Stoicism of gestures (how well Stoicism hides what one does not 3l6 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V possess!); always the mantle of wise silence, of affability, of gentleness, and whatever else the idealist-mantle is called, in which the incurable self-despisers and also the incurably conceited walk about. Let me not be misunderstood : out of such born enemies of the spirit there arises now and then the rare specimen of humanity who is honoured by the people under the name of saint or sage : it is out of such men that there arise those prodigies of morality that make a noise, and make history, — St Augustine was one of these men. Fear of the intellect, vengeance on the intellect — Oh ! how often have these powerfully impelling vices become the root of virtues ! Yea, virtue itself ! — And asking the question among ourselves, even the philosopher's pretension to wisdom, which has occasionally been made here and there on the earth, the maddest and most immodest of all pretensions, — has it not always been above all in India as well as in Greece, a means of concealment ? Sometimes, perhaps, from the point of view of education which hallows so many lies, it is a tender regard for growing and evolving persons, for disciples who have often to be guarded against themselves by means of the belief in a person (by means of an error). In most cases, however, it is a means of concealment for a philo- sopher, behind which he seeks protection, owing to exhaustion, age, chilliness, or hardening; as a feeling of the approaching end, as the sagacity of the instinct which animals have before their death, — they go apart, remain at rest, choose solitude, creep into caves, become wise. . . . What ? Wisdom a means of concealment of the philosopher from — intellect ? — WE FEARLESS ONES 317 360, Two Kinds of Causes which are Coiifsunded.— It seems to me one of my most essential steps and advances that I have learned to distinguish the cause of an action generally from the cause of an action in a particular manner, say, in this direction, with this aim. The first kind of cause is a quantum' of stored-up force, which waits to be used in some manner, for some purpose; the second kind of cause, on the contrary, is something quite unim- portant in comparison with the first, an insignifi- cant hazard for the most part, in conformity with which the quantum of force in question " discharges " itself in some unique and definite manner : the lucifer-match in relation to the barrel of gunpowder Among those insignificant hazards and lucifer- matches I count all the so-called "aims," and similarly the still more so-called " occupations " of people : they are relatively optional, arbitrary, and almost mdififerent in relation to the immense quantum of force which presses on, as we have said, to be used up in any way whatever. One generally looks at the matter in a different manner : one is accustomed to see the impelling force pre- cisely in the aim (object, calling, &c.), according to a primeval error,— but it is only the directing force • the steersman and the steam have thereby been confounded. And yet it is not even always a steersman, the directing force. ... Is the "aim" the "purpose," not often enough only an ex- tenuating pretext, an additional self-blinding of conceit, which does not wish it to be said that the 3l8 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V ^\-^ follows the stream into which it has accidentally run ? That it " wishes " to go that way, because it must go that way? That it has a direction, sure enough, but— not a steersman? We still require a criticism of the conception of " purpose." 361. The Problem of the Actor. — The problem of the actor has disquieted me the longest ; I was uncer- tain (and am sometimes so still) whether one could not get at the dangerous conception of " artist " — a conception hitherto treated with unpardonable leniency — from this point of view. Falsity with a good conscience ; delight in dissimulation breaking forth as power, pushing aside, overflowing, and sometimes extinguishing the so-called "character"; the inner longing to play a rdle, to assume a mask, to put on an appearance ; a surplus of capacity for adaptations of every kind, which can no longer gratify themselves in the service of the nearest and narrowest utility: all that perhaps does not pertain solely to the actor in himself? . . . Such an instinct would develop most readily in families of the lower class of the people, who have had to pass their lives in absolute dependence, under shifting pressure and constraint, who (to accommodate themselves to their conditions, to adapt themselves always to new circumstances) had again and again to pass themselves off and represent themselves as different persons, — thus having gradually quali- fied themselves to adjust the mantle to every wind, thereby almost becoming the mantle itself, as WE FEARLESS ONES 319 masters of the embodied and incarnated art of eternally playing the game of hide and seek, which one calls mimicry among the animals : — until at last this ability, stored up from generation to genera- tion, has become domineering, irrational and intractable, till as instinct it begins to command the other instincts, and begets the actor and "artist" (the buffoon, the pantaloon, the Jack- Pudding, the fool, and the clown in the first place, also the classical type of servant, Gil Bias : for in such types one has the precursors of the artist, and often enough even of the "genius"). Also under higher social conditions there grows under similar pressure a similar species of men : only the histrionic instinct is there for the most part held strictly in check by another instinqt, for example, among "diplomatists";— for the rest, I should think that it would always be open to a good diplomat- ist to become a good actor on the stage, provided his dignity "allowed" it. As regards the Jews, however, the adaptable people par excellence, we should, in conformity to this line of thought, expect to see among them a world-wide historical institution at the very first, for the rearing of actors, a proper breeding-place for actors; and in fact the question is very pertinent just now: what good actor at present is not—2L Jew? The Jew also, as a born literary man, as the actual ruler of the European press, exercises this power on the basis of his histrionic capacity: for the literary man is essentially an actor, — he plays the part of "expert," of " specialist." — Finally women. If we consider the whole history of 320 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V women, are they not obliged first of all, and above all to be actresses? If we listen to doctors who have hypnotised women, or, finally, if we love them — and let ourselves be " hypnotised " by them,— what is always divulged thereby? That they "give themselves airs," even when they— "give them- selves." . . . Woman is so artistic . . . 362. My Belief in the Virilising of Europe.— V^Q owe it to Napoleon (and not at all to the French Revolution, which had in view the " fraternity " of the nations, and the florid interchange of good graces among people generally) that several warlike centuries, which have not had their like in past history, may now follow one another — in short, that we have entered upon the classical age of war, war at the same time scientific and popular, on the grandest scale (as regards means, talents and discipline), to which all coming millenniums will look back with envy and awe as a work of perfec- tion :— for the national movement out ot which this martial glory springs, is only the counter-^^^^ against Napoleon, and would not have existed without him. To him, consequently, one will one day be able to attribute the fact that man in Europe has again got the upper hand of the merchant and the Philistine; perhaps even of "woman" also, who has become pampered owing to Christianity and the extravagant spirit of the eighteenth century, and still more owing to " modern ideas." Napoleon, who saw in modern ideas, and accord- ingly in civilisation, something like a personal WE FEARLESS ONES 32I enemy, has by this hostility proved himself one of the greatest continuators of the Renaissance : he has brought to the surface a whole block of the ancient character, the decisive block perhaps, the block of granite. And who knows but that this block of ancient character will in the end get the upper hand of the national movement, and will have to make itself in 2i positive sense the heir and continuator of Napoleon : — who, as one knows, wanted one Europe, which was to be mistress of the world. — 363. How each Sex has its Prejudice about Love. — Notwithstanding all the concessions which I am inclined to make to the monogamic prejudice, I will never admit that we should speak of equal rights in the love of man and woman : there are no such equal rights. The reason is that man and woman understand something different by the term love, — and it belongs to the conditions of love in both sexes that the one sex does not presuppose the same feeling, the same conception of " love," in the other sex. What woman understands by love is clear enough: complete surrender (not merely devotion) of soul and body, without any motive, without any reservation, rather with shame and terror at the thought of a devotion restricted by clauses or associated with conditions. In this absence of conditions her love is precisely a faith : woman has no other. — Man, when he loves a woman, wants precisely this love from her; he is consequently, as regards himself, furthest re- moved from the prerequisites of feminine love; 21 322 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V granted, however, that there should also be men to whom on their side the demand for complete devotion is not unfamiliar, — well, they are really — not men. A man who loves like a woman becomes thereby a slave ; a woman, however, who loves like a woman becomes thereby a more perfect woman. . . . The passion of woman in its unconditional renunciation of its own rights presupposes in fact that there does not exist on the other side an equal pathos, an equal desire for renunciation : for if both renounced themselves out of love, there would result — well, I don't know what, perhaps a horror vacui? Woman wants to be taken and accepted as a possession, she wishes to be merged in the conceptions of " possession " and " possessed " ; consequently she wants one who takes, who does not offer and give himself away, but who reversely is rather to be made richer in "himself" — by the increase of power, happiness and faith which the woman herself gives to him. Woman gives herself, man takes her. — I do not think one will get over this natural contrast by any social contract, or with the very best will to do justice, however desirable it may be to avoid bringing the severe, frightful, enigmatical, and unmoral elements of this antagonism constantly before our eyes. For love, regarded as complete, great, and full, is nature, and as nature, is to all eternity something "unmoral." — Fidelity is accordingly included in woman's love, it follows from the definition thereof; with man fidelity may readily result in consequence of his love, perhaps as gratitude or idiosyncrasy of taste, and so-called elective affinity, but it does not WE FEARLESS ONES 323 belong to the essence of his love — and indeed so little, that one might almost be entitled to speak of a natural opposition between love and fidelity in man, whose love is just a desire to possess, and not a renunciation and giving away ; the desire to possess, however, comes to an end every time with the possession. ... As a matter of fact it is the more subtle and jealous thirst for possession in a man (who is rarely and tardily convinced of having this " possession "), which makes his love continue ; in that case it is even possible that his love may increase after the surrender, — he does not readily own that a woman has nothing more to " surrender " to him. — 364. The Anchorite Speaks. — The art of associating with men rests essentially on one's skilfulness (which presupposes long exercise) in accepting a repast, in taking a repast, in the cuisine of which one has no confidence. Provided one comes to the table with the hunger of a wolf everything is easy ("the worst society gives thee experience'' — as Mephistopheles says) ; but one has not always this wolf s-hunger when one needs it ! Alas I how diffi- cult are our fellow-men to digest ! First principle : to stake one's courage as in a misfortune, to seize boldly, to admire oneself at the same time, to take one's repugnance between one's teeth, to cram down one's disgust. Second principle: to "improve" one's fellow-man, by praise for example, so that he may begin to sweat out his self-complacency ; or to seize a tuft of his good or " interesting " qualities, and pull at it till one gets his whole virtue out, and can 324 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V put him under the folds of it. Third principle: self-hypnotism. To fix one's eye on the object of one's intercourse as on a glass knob, until, ceas- ing to feel pleasure or pain thereat, one falls asleep unobserved, becomes rigid, and acquires a fixed pose: a household recipe used in married life and in friendship, well tested and prized as indispens- able, but not yet scientifically formulated. Its proper name is — patience.— 365. The Anchorite Speaks once more.—'^^ also have intercourse with "men," we also modestly put on the clothes in which people know us {as such), respect us and seek us ; and we thereby mingle in society, that is to say, among the disguised who do not wish to be so called ; we also do like a prudent masqueraders, and courteously dismiss all curiosity which has not reference merely to our "clothes" There are however other modes and artifices for "going about" among men and associ- ating with them: for example, as a ghost,-which is very advisable when one wants to scare them, and get rid of them easily. An example : a person grasps at us, and is unable to seize us. That frightens him. Or we enter by a closed door. Or when the lights are extinguished. Or after we are dead The latter is the artifice oi posthumous men par excellence, ("What?" said such a one once im- patiently, "do you think we should d/ight m en- during this strangeness, coldness, death-stillness ^ about us, all this subterranean, hidden, dim, undis- covered solitude, which is called life with us, and WE FEARLESS ONES 325 might just as well be called death, if we were not conscious of what tvill arise out of us, — and that only after our death shall we attain to our life and become living, ah! very living! we posthumous men ! "— ) 366. At the Sight of a Learned Book. — We do not belong to those who only get their thoughts from books, or at the prompting of books, — it is our custom to think in the open air, walking, leaping, climbing, or dancing on lonesome mountains by preference, or close to the sea, where even the paths become thoughtful. Our first question concerning the value of a book, a man, or a piece of music is : Can it walk? or still better: Can it dance? . . . We seldom read ; we do not read the worse for that — oh, how quickly we divine how a person has arrived at his thoughts : — if it is by sitting before an ink-bottle with compressed belly and head bent over the paper : oh, how quickly we are then done with his book! The constipated bowels betray themselves, one may wager on it, just as the atmo- sphere of the room, the ceiling of the room, the smallness of the room, betray themselves. — These were my feelings when closing a straightforward, learned book, thankful, very thankful, but also relieved. ... In the book of a learned man there is almost always something oppressive and oppressed : the "specialist" comes to light somewhere, his ardour, his seriousness, his wrath, his over-estimation of the nook in which he sits and spins, his hump — every specialist has his hump. A learned book also always mirrors a distorted soul : every trade 326 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V distorts. Look at our friends again with whom we have spent our youth, after they have taken possession of their science : alas ! how the reverse has always taken place ! Alas ! how they them- selves are now for ever occupied and possessed by their science ! Grown into their nook, crumpled into unrecognisability, constrained, deprived of their equilibrium, emaciated and angular everywhere, perfectly round only in one place, — we are moved and silent when we find them so. Every handi- craft, granting even that it has a golden floor,* has also a leaden ceiling above it, which presses and presses on the soul, till it is pressed into a strange and distorted shape. There is nothing to alter here. We need not think that it is at all possible to obviate this disfigurement by any educational artifice whatever. Every kind of perfection is pur- chased at a high price on earth, where everything is perhaps purchased too dear; one is an expert in one's department at the price of being also a victim of one's department. But you want to have it otherwise — "more reasonable," above all more convenient — is it not so, my dear contemporaries ? Very well ! But then you will also immediately get something different : instead of the craftsman and expert, you will get the literary man, the versatile, " many-sided " litterateur, who to be sure lacks the hump — not taking account of the hump or bow which he makes before you as the shopman of the intellect and the " porter " of culture — , the litterateur, who is really nothing, but " represents " * An allusion to the German Proverb, "Handwerk hat einen goldenen Boden." — Tr. WE FEARLESS ONES 327 almost everything : he plays and " represents " the expert, he also takes it upon himself in all modesty to see that he is paid, honoured and celebrated in this position. — No, my learned friends! I bless you even on account of your humps ! And also because like me you despise the litterateurs and parasites of culture! And because you do not know how to make merchandise of your intellect ! And have so many opinions which cannot be ex- pressed in money value ! And because you do not represent anything which you are not ! Because your sole desire is to become masters of your craft ; because you reverence every kind of mastership and ability, and repudiate with the most relentless scorn everything of a make-believe, half-genuine, dressed-up, virtuoso, demagogic, histrionic nature in litteris et artibus — all that which does not con- vince you by its absolute genuineness of discipline and preparatory training, or cannot stand your test ! (Even genius does not help a person to get over such a defect, however well it may be able to deceive with regard to it : one understands this if one has once looked closely at our most gifted painters and musicians, — who almost without ex- ception, can artificially and supplementarily appro- priate to themselves (by means of artful inventions of style, make-shifts, and even principles), the appearance of that genuineness, that solidity of training and culture ; to be sure, without thereby deceiving themselves, without thereby imposing perpetual silence on their bad consciences. For you know of course that all great modern artists suffer from bad consciences ? . . .) 328 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V 367. How one has to Distinguish first of all in Works (?/"y4^/'.— Everything that is thought, versi- fied, painted and composed, yea, even built and moulded, belongs either to monologic art, or to art before witnesses. Under the latter there is also to be included the apparently monologic art which involves the belief in God, the whole lyric of prayer; because for a pious man there is no solitude, — we, the godless, have been the first to devise this inven- tion. I know of no profounder distinction in all the perspective of the artist than this: Whether he looks at his growing work of art (at " himself — ") with the eye of the witness ; or whether he " has forgotten the world," as is the essential thing in all monologic art, — it rests on forgetting^ it is the music of forgetting. 368. The Cynic Speaks. — My objections to Wagner's music are physiological objections. Why should I therefore begin by disguising them under aesthetic formulae? My "point" is that I can no longer breathe freely when this music begins to operate on me ; my foot immediately becomes indignant at it and rebels : for what it needs is time, dance and march ; it demands first of all from music the ecstasies which are in good walking, striding, leap- ing and dancing. But do not my stomach, my heart, my blood and my bowels also protest? Do I not become hoarse unawares under its influence? And then I ask myself what my body really wants from music generally. I be- WE FEARLESS ONES 329 lieve it wants to have relief: so that all animal functions should be accelerated by means of light, bold, unfettered, self-assured rhythms; so that brazen, leaden life should be gilded by means of golden, good, tender harmonies. My melancholy would fain rest its head in the hiding-places and abysses oi perfection : for this reason I need music. What do I care for the drama ! What do I care for the spasms of its moral ecstasies, in which the "people" have their satisfaction! What do I care for the whole pantomimic hocus-pocus of the actor ! . . . It will now be divined that I am essentially anti-theatrical at heart,— but Wagner on the contrary, was essentially a man of the stage and an actor, the most enthusiastic mummer-worshipper that has ever existed, even among musicians ! . . . And let it be said in passing that if Wagner's theory was that "drama is the object, and music is only the means to K—hX^ practice on the contrary from beginning to end has been to the effect that "attitude is the object, drama and even music can never be anything else but means to thisr Music as a means of elucidating, strengthening and inten- sifying dramatic poses and the actor's appeal to the senses, and Wagnerian drama only an opportunity for a number of dramatic attitudes! Wagner possessed, along with all other instincts, the dicta- torial instinct of a great actor in all and everything, and as has been said, also as a musician.— I once made this clear with some trouble to a thorough- going Wagnerian, and I had reasons for adding :— "Do be a little more honest with yourself: we are not now in the theatre. In the theatre we are only 330 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V honest in the mass ; as individuals we lie, we belie even ourselves. We leave ourselves at home when we go to the theatre ; we there renounce the right to our own tongue and choice, to our taste, and even to our courage as we possess it and practise it within our own four walls in relation to God and man. No one takes his finest taste in art into the theatre with him, not even the artist who works for the theatre : there one is people, public, herd, woman, Pharisee, voting animal, democrat, neighbour, and fellow-creature ; there even the most personal conscience succumbs to the levelling charm of the 'great multitude'; there stupidity operates as wantonness and contagion ; there the neighbour rules, there one becomes a neighbour. . . ." (I have forgotten to mention what my enlightened Wagnerian answered to my physiological objec- tions: "So the fact is that you are really not healthy enough for our music ? " — ) 369- Juxtapositions in us. — Must we not acknowledge to ourselves, we artists, that there is a strange discrepancy in us ; that on the one hand our taste, and on the other hand our creative power, keep apart in an extraordinary manner, continue apart, and have a separate growth ; — I mean to say that they have entirely different gradations and tempi of age, youth, maturity, mellowness and rotten- ness ? So that, for example, a musician could all his life create things which contradicted all that his ear and heart, spoilt for listening, prized, relished and preferred : — he would not even re- WE FEARLESS ONES 331 quire to be aware of the contradiction ! As an almost painfully regular experience shows, a person's taste can easily outgrow the taste of his power, even without the latter being thereby paralysed or checked in its productivity. The reverse, however, can also to some extent take place, — and it is to this especially that I should like to direct the attention of artists. A constant producer, a man who is a " mother " in the grand sense of the term, one who no longer knows or hears of anything except pregnancies and child- beds of his spirit, who has no time at all to reflect and make comparisons with regard to himself and his work, who is also no longer inclined to exercise his taste, but simply forgets it, letting it take its chance of standing, lying or falling, — perhaps such a man at last produces works on which he is then quite unfit to pass a judgment: so that he speaks and thinks foolishly about them and about himself. This seems to me almost the normal condition with fruitful artists, — nobody knows a child worse than its parents — and the rule applies even (to take an immense example) to the entire Greek world of poetry and art, which was never " conscious " of what it had done. . . . 370. What is Romanticism ? — It will be remembered perhaps, at least among my friends, that at first I assailed the modern world with some gross errors and exaggerations, but at any rate with hope in my heart. I recognised — who knows from what personal experiences? — the philosophical pessimism 332 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V of the nineteenth century as the symptom of a higher power of thought, a more daring courage and a more triumphant plenitude of life than had been characteristic of the eighteenth century, the age of Hume, Kant, Condillac, and the sensualists : so that the tragic view of things seemed to me the peculiar luxury of our culture, its most precious, noble, and dangerous mode of prodigality ; but •f nevertheless, in view of its overflowing wealth, a justifiable luxury. In the same way I interpreted for myself German music as the expression of a Dionysian power in the German soul : I thought I heard in it the earthquake by means of which a primeval force that had been imprisoned for ages was finally finding vent — indifferent as to whether all that usually calls itself culture was thereby made to totter. It is obvious that I then mis- understood what constitutes the veritable character both of philosophical pessimism and of German music, — namely, their Romanticism. What is Romanticism? Every art and every philosophy may be regarded as a healing and helping appli- ance in the service of growing, struggling life : they always presuppose suffering and sufferers. But there are two kinds of sufferers : on the one hand those that suffer from overflowing vitality ^ who need Dionysian art, and require a tragic view and insight into life ; and on the other hand those who suffer from reduced vitality, who seek repose, quiet- ness, calm seas, and deliverance from themselves through art or knowledge, or else intoxication, spasm, bewilderment and madness. All Romanti- cism in art and knowledge responds to the twofold WE FEARLESS ONES 333 craving of the latter ; to them Schopenhauer as well as Wagner responded (and responds), — to name those most celebrated and decided romanticists, who were then misunderstood by me {not however to their disadvantage, as may be reasonably conceded to me). The being richest in overflowing vitality, the Dionysian God and man, may not only allow himself the spectacle of the horrible and question- able, but even the fearful deed itself, and all the luxury of destruction, disorganisation and negation. With him evil, senselessness and ugliness seem as it were licensed, in consequence of the overflowing plenitude of procreative, fructifying power, which can convert every desert into a luxuriant orchard. Conversely, the greatest sufferer, the man poorest in vitality, would have most need of mildness, peace and kindliness in thought and action : he would need, if possible, a God who is specially the God of the sick, a " Saviour " ; similarly he would have need of logic, the abstract intelligibility of exist- ence— for logic soothes and gives confidence ; — in short he would need a certain warm, fear-dispelling narrowness and imprisonment within optimistic horizons. In this manner I gradually began to understand Epicurus, the opposite of a Dionysian pessimist; — in a similar manner also the "Christian," who in fact is only a type of Epicurean, and like him essentially a romanticist : — and my vision has always become keener in tracing that most diffi- cult and insidious of all forms of retrospective inference, in which most mistakes have been made — the inference from the work to its author from the deed to its doer, from the ideal to him who 334 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V needs it, from every mode of thinking and valuing to the imperative want behind it. — In regard to all aesthetic values I now avail myself of this radical distinction : I ask in every single case, " Has hunger or superfluity become creative here ? " At the out- set another distinction might seem to recommend itself more — it is far more conspicuous, — namely, to have in view whether the desire for rigidity, for perpetuation, for being is the cause of the creating, or the desire for destruction, for change, for the new, for the future — for becoming. But when looked at more carefully, both these kinds of desire prove themselves ambiguous, and are explicable precisely according to the before-mentioned, and, as it seems to me, rightly preferred scheme. The desire for destruction, change and becoming, may be the expression of overflowing power, pregnant with futurity (my terminus for this is of course the word "Dionysian"); but it may also be the hatred of the ill-constituted, destitute and unfortunate, which destroys, and must destroy, because the enduring, yea, all that endures, in fact all being, excites and provokes it. To understand this emotion we have but to look closely at our anarchists. The will to perpetuation requires equally a double inter- pretation. It may on the one hand proceed from gratitude and love : — art of this origin will always be an art of apotheosis, perhaps dithyrambic, as with Rubens, mocking divinely, as with Hafiz, or clear and kind-hearted as with Goethe, and spread- ing a Homeric brightness and glory over every- thing (in this case I speak of Apollonian art). It may also, however, be the tyrannical will of a WE FEARLESS ONES 335 sorely-suffering, struggling or tortured being, who would like to stamp his most personal, individual and narrow characteristics, the very idiosyn- crasy of his suffering, as an obligatory law and constraint on others; who, as it were, takes revenge on all things, in that he imprints, enforces and brands his image, the image of his torture, upon them. The latter is romantic pessimism in its most extreme form, whether it be as Schopen- hauerian will-philosophy, or as Wagnerian music : — romantic pessimism, the last great event in the destiny of our civilisation. (That there may be quite a different kind of pessimism, a classical pessimism — this presentiment and vision belongs to me, as something inseparable from me, as my proprium and ipsissimum ; only that the word " classical " is repugnant to my ears, it has become far too worn, too indefinite and indistinguish- able. I call that pessimism of the future, — for it is coming ! I see it coming ! — Dionysian pessimism.) 371. We Unintelligible Ones. — Have we ever com- plained among ourselves of being misunderstood, misjudged, and confounded with others ; of being calumniated, misheard, and not heard ? That is just our lot — alas, for a long time yet ! say, to be modest, until 1901 — , it is also our distinction ; we should not have sufficient respect for ourselves if we wished it otherwise. People confound us with others — the reason of it is that we ourselves grow, we change continually, we cast off old bark, we still slough every spring, we always become younger, 33^ THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V higher, stronger, as men of the future, we thrust our roots always more powerfully into the deep— into evil—, while at the same time we embrace the heavens ever more lovingly, more extensively, and suck in their light ever more eagerly with all our branches and leaves. We grow like trees —that is difficult to understand, like all life !— not in one place, but everywhere, not in one direction only, but upwards and outwards, as well as inwards and downwards. At the same time our force shoots forth in stem, branches, and roots ; we are really no longer free to do anything separately, or to be anything separately. . . . Such is our lot, as we have said : we grow in height; and even should it be our calamity — for we dwell ever closer to the lightning !— well, we honour it none the less on that account ; it is that which we do not wish to share with others, which we do not wish to bestow upon others, the fate of all elevation, our fate. . . . Why we are not Idealists.— Formerly philosophers were afraid of the senses : have we, perhaps, been far too forgetful of this fear? We are at present all of us sensualists, we representatives of the present and of the future in philosophy,— «^/ according to theory, however, but in praxis, in practice. . . . Those former philosophers, on the contrary, thought that the senses lured them out of their world, the cold realm of "ideas," to a dan- gerous southern island, where they were afraid that their philosopher-virtues would melt away like snow in the sun. " Wax in the ears,'' was then almost a WE FEARLESS ONES 337 condition of philosophising ; a genuine philosopher no longer listened to life, in so far as life is music, he denied the music of life — it is an old philoso- phical superstition that all music is Sirens' music. — Now we should be inclined at the present day to judge precisely in the opposite manner (which in itself might be just as false), and to regard ideas, with their cold, anaemic appearance, and not even in spite of this appearance, as worse seducers than the senses. They have always lived on the " blood " of the philosopher, they always consumed his senses, and indeed, if you will believe me, his " heart " as well. Those old philosophers were heartless: philosophising was always a species of vampirism. At the sight of such figures even as Spinoza, do you not feel a profoundly enigma- tical and disquieting sort of impression ? Do you not see the drama which is here performed, the constantly increasing pallor — , the spiritualisation always more ideally displayed? Do you not imagine some long-concealed blood-sucker in the background, which makes its beginning with the senses, and in the end retains or leaves behind nothing but bones and their rattling ? — I mean categories, formulae, and words (for you will pardon me in saying that what remains Oii Spinoza, amor intellectualis dei, is rattling and nothing more! What is amor, what is deus, when they have lost every drop of blood ? . . .) In summa : all philo- sophical idealism has hitherto been something like a disease, where it has not been, as in the case of Plato, the prudence of superabundant and danger- ous healthfulness, the fear of overpowerful senses, 33 ^,8 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V sound to require Plato's idealism ? And we a fear the senses because 373- « C^V^.." as Prejudice.-\t follows froni the and desire mat uimg u^r.po are too soon .„. -^ « -^' l^:r Vof exl le>at which quieted and set at rest, r „^^. Spencer, makes the Pedantic EnghshmanHertert^p , so enthusiastic in h,s way and ^^^ draw a ""^^f !>°P%%^°" °^ and altruism" of '".^\Te"dtr-:that1lmo" causes nausea to which he dreams ^ . ^ ^ Spencenan people hke us :--a humanity ^^^ ^^^^^ ^^^^ rurSv'g of cttemp' of eKtermination ! " But the /^that something has to be taken by r- 1,;. highest hope, which is regarded, and h.m as h s highest np , ^^^^j^ ^ ^ may well be "[ega^dea, oy interrogation distasteful possibility, is a no ... u is which Spencer ^^IX^^^,^':::^ at present '"'' *' Taleriitt natal-scientists are content, TbeKt^o^which is supposed to have its WE FEARLESS ONES 339 equivalent and measure in human thinking and human valuations, a " world of truth " at which we might be able ultimately to arrive with the help of our insignificant, four-cornered human reason ! What? do we actually wish to have existence debased in that fashion to a ready-reckoner exercise and calculation for stay-at-home mathe- maticians? We should not, above all, seek to divest existence of its ambiguous character: good taste forbids it, gentlemen, the taste of reverence for everything that goes beyond your horizon ! That a world-interpretation is alone right by which you maintain your position, by which investigation and work can go on scientifically in your sense (you really mean mechanically?), an interpretation which acknowledges numbering, calculating, weigh- ing, seeing and handling, and nothing more — such an idea is a piece of grossness and naivety, pro- vided it is not lunacy and idiocy. Would the reverse not be quite probable, that the most super- ficial and external characters of existence — its most apparent quality, its outside, its embodiment — should let themselves be apprehended first? per- haps alone allow themselves to be apprehended ? A " scientific " interpretation of the world as you understand it might consequently still be one of the stupidest, that is to say, the most destitute of significance, of all possible world-interpreta- tions : — I say this in confidence to my friends the Mechanicians, who to-day like to hobnob with philosophers, and absolutely believe that mechanics is the teaching of the first and last laws upon which, as upon a ground-floor, all existence must be 340 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V built. But an essentially mechanical world would be an essentially meaningless world ! Supposing we valued the worth of a music with reference to how much it could be counted, calculated, or formulated — how absurd such a " scientific " estimate of music would be ! What would one have apprehended, understood, or discerned in it ! Nothing, absolutely nothing of what is really " music " in it ! . . . 374- Our nezv '^ Infim'te." — How far the perspective character of existence extends, or whether it have any other character at all, whether an existence without explanation, without "sense" does not just become "nonsense," whether, on the other hand, all existence is not essentially an explaining existence — these questions, as is right and proper, cannot be determined even by the most diligent and severely conscientious analysis and self- examination of the intellect, because in this analysis the human intellect cannot avoid seeing itself in its perspective forms, and only in them. We cannot see round our corner : it is hopeless curiosity to want to know what other modes of intellect and perspective there might be : for example, whether any kind of being could perceive time backwards, or alternately forwards and back- wards (by which another direction of life and another conception of cause and effect would be given). But I think that we are to-day at least far from the ludicrous immodesty of decreeing from our nook that there can only be legitimate perspectives from that nook. The world, on the contrary, has WE FEARLESS ONES 341 once more become " infinite " to us : in so far we cannot dismiss the possibility that it contains infinite interpretations. Once more the great horror seizes us — but who would desire forthwith to deify once more this monster of an unknown world in the old fashion ? And perhaps worship the unknown thing as the "unknown person" in future? Ah! there are too many ungodly possibilities of inter- pretation comprised in this unknown, too much devilment, stupidity and folly of interpretation, — our own human, all too human interpretation itself, which we know. . . . 375- Why we Seem to be Epicureans. — We are cautious, we modern men, with regard to final convictions, our distrust lies in wait for the enchantments and tricks of conscience involved in every strong belief, in every absolute Yea and Nay : how is this explained? Perhaps one may see in it a good deal of the caution of the "burnt child," of the disillusioned idealist ; but one may also see in it another and better element, the joyful curiosity of a former lingerer in a corner, who has been brought to despair by his nook, and now luxuriates and revels in its antithesis, in the un- bounded, in the "open air in itself" Thus there is developed an almost Epicurean inclination for knowledge, which does not readily lose sight of the questionable character of things; likewise also a repugnance to pompous moral phrases and attitudes, a taste that repudiates all coarse, square contrasts, and is proudly conscious of its habitual 342 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V reserve. For this too constitutes our pride, this easy tightening of the reins in our headlong im- pulse after certainty, this self-control of the rider in his most furious riding : for now, as of old, we have mad, fiery steeds under us, and if we delay, it is certainly least of all the danger which causes us to delay. . . . 376. Our Slow Periods.— It is thus that artists feel, and all men of "works," the maternal species of men : they always believe at every chapter of their life— a work always makes a chapter— that they have now reached the goal itself; they would always patiently accept death with the feeling : "we are ripe for it." This is not the expression of exhaustion,-but rather that of a certain autumnal sunniness and mildness, which the work itself, the maturing of the work, always leaves behind in its originator. Then the tempo of life slows down— turns thick and flows with honey— mto long pauses, into the belief in the long pause 377- We Homeless Ones.—hmong the Europeans of to-day there are not lacking those who may call themselves homeless ones in a way which is at once a distinction and an honour ; it is by them that my secret wisdom and gaya scienza is especially to be laid to heart ! For their lot is hard, their hope un- certain ; it is a clever feat to devise consolation for them. But what good does it do! We children of the future, how could ^^ be at home in the present ? WE FEARLESS ONES 343 We are unfavourable to all ideals which could make us feel at home in this frail, broken-down, transition period ; and as regards the " realities " thereof, we do not believe in their endurance. The ice which still carries has become very thin : the thawing wind blows ; we ourselves, the homeless ones, are an agency that breaks the ice, and the other too thin "realities." ... We "preserve" nothing, nor would we return to any past age ; we are not at all " liberal," we do not labour for " pro- gress," we do not need first to stop our ears to the song of the market-place and the sirens of the future— their song of "equal rights," "free society," "no longer either lords or slaves," does not allure us ! We do not by any means think it desirable that the kingdom of righteousness and peace should be established on earth (because under any circumstances it would be the kingdom of the profoundest mediocrity and Chinaism); we rejoice in all men, who like our- selves love danger, war and adventure, who do not make compromises, nor let themselves be captured, conciliated and stunted; we count ourselves among the conquerors ; we ponder over the need of a new order of things, even of a new slavery — for every strengthening and elevation of the type " man " also involves a new form of slavery. Is it not obvious that with all this we must feel ill at ease in an age which claims the honour of being the most humane, gentle and just that the sun has ever seen ? What a pity that at the mere mention of these fine words, the thoughts at the bottom of our hearts are all the more unpleasant, that we 344 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V see therein only the expression— or the masquerade —of profound weakening, exhaustion, age, and de- clining power ! What can it matter to us with what kind of tinsel an invalid decks out his weakness ? He may parade it as his virtue; there is no doubt whatever that weakness makes people gentle, alas, so gentle, so just, so inoffensive, so " humane " !— The " religion of pity," to which people would like to persuade us— yes, we know sufficiently well the hysterical little men and women who need this religion at present as a cloak and adornment! We are no humanitarians ; we should not dare to speak of our " love of mankind " ; for that, a person of our stamp is not enough of an actor ! Or not sufficiently Saint-Simonist, not sufficiently French. A person must have been affected with a Gallic excess of erotic susceptibility and amorous im- patience even to approach mankind honourably with his lewdness. . . . Mankind! Was there ever a more hideous old woman among all old women (unless perhaps it were "the Truth": a question for philosophers)? No, we do not love Mankind ! On the other hand, however, we are not nearly « German " enough (in the sense in which the word « German " is current at present) to advocate nationalism and race-hatred, or take delight in the national heart-itch and blood-poisoning, on account of which the nations of Europe are at present bounded off and secluded from one another as if by quarantines. We are too unprejudiced for that, too perverse, too fastidious ; also too well-informed,' and too much " travelled." We prefer much rather to live on mountains, apart and "out of season," in WE FEARLESS ONES 345 past or coming centuries, in order merely to spare ourselves the silent rage to which we know we should be condemned as witnesses of a system of politics which makes the German nation barren by making it vain, and which is a petty system besides: — will it not be necessary for this system to plant itself between two mortal hatreds, lest its own creation should immedi- ately collapse? Will it not be obliged to desire the perpetuation of the petty-state system of Europe? . . . We homeless ones are too diverse and mixed in race and descent for "modern men," and are consequently little tempted to participate in the falsified racial self-admiration and lewdness which at present display themselves in Germany, as signs of German sentiment, and which strike one as doubly false and unbecoming in the people with the " historical sense." We are, in a word — and it shall be our word of honour ! — good Europeans^ the heirs of Europe, the rich, over-wealthy heirs, but too deeply obligated heirs of millenniums of European thought. As such, we have also outgrown Christianity, and are disinclined to it — and just because we have grown out of it, because our forefathers were Christians uncompromising in their Christian in- tegrity, who willingly sacrificed possessions and positions, blood and country, for the sake of their belief We — do the same. For what, then ? For our unbelief? For all sorts of unbelief? Nay, you know better than that, my friends! The hidden Yea in you is stronger than all the Nays and Perhapses, of which you and your age are sick ; 346 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V and when you are obliged to put out to sea, you emigrants, it is — once more a faith which urges you thereto ! . . , 378. " And once more Grow Clear." — We, the generous and rich in spirit, who stand at the sides of the streets like open fountains and would hinder no 1 one from drinking from us : we do not know, alas ! how to defend ourselves when we should like to do so ; we have no means of preventing ourselves being made turbid and dark, — we have no means of preventing the age in which we live casting its " up-to-date rubbish " into us, or of hindering filthy birds throwing their excrement, the boys their trash, and fatigued resting travellers their misery, great and small, into us. But we do as we have always done : we take whatever is cast into us down into our depths — for we are deep, we do not forget — and once more grow clear. . . . 379. The Foots Interruption. — It is not a misanthrope who has written this book : the hatred of men costs too dear to-day. To hate as they formerly hated man, in the fashion of Timon, completely, without qualification, with all the heart, from the pure love of hatred — for that purpose one would have to renounce contempt : — and how much refined pleasure, how much patience, how much bene- volence even, do we owe to contempt ! Moreover we are thereby the " elect of God " : refined con- tempt is our taste and privilege, our art, our virtue WE FEARLESS ONES 347 perhaps, we, the most modern amongst the moderns ! . . . Hatred, on the contrary, makes equal, it puts men face to face, in hatred there is honour ; finally, in hatred there is fear, quite a large amount of fear. We fearless ones, however, we, the most intellectual men of the period, know our advantage well enough to live without fear as the most intellectual persons of this age. People will not easily behead us, shut us up, or banish us ; they will not even ban or burn our books. The age loves intellect, it loves us, and needs us, even when we have to give it to understand that we are artists in despising ; that all intercourse with men is something of a horror to us ; that with all our gentleness, patience, humanity and courteousness, we cannot persuade our nose to abandon its prejudice against the proximity of man ; that we love nature the more, the less humanly things are done by her, and that we love art when it is the flight of the artist from man, or the raillery of the artist at man, or the raillery of the artist at himself. . . . 380. " 77^!^ Wanderer " Speaks. — In order for once to get a glimpse of our European morality from a distance, in order to compare it with other earlier or future moralities, one must do as the traveller who wants to know the height of the towers of a city: for that purpose he /eaves the city. "Thoughts concerning moral prejudices," if they are not to be prejudices concerning prejudices, presuppose a position outside of morality, some 348 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V sort of world beyond good and evil, to which one must ascend, climb, or fly — and in the given case at any rate, a position beyond our good and evil, an emancipation from all " Europe," under- stood as a sum of inviolable valuations which have become part and parcel of our flesh and blood. That one does want to get outside, or aloft, is perhaps a sort of madness, a peculiar, un- reasonable " thou must " — for even we thinkers have our idiosyncrasies of "unfree will" — : the question is whether one can really get there. That may depend on manifold conditions : in the main it is a question of how light or how heavy we are, the problem of our "specific gravity." One must be very light in order to impel one's will to knowledge to such a distance, and as it were beyond one's age, in order to create eyes for oneself for the survey of millenniums, and a pure heaven in these eyes besides ! One must have freed oneself from many things by which we Europeans of to-day are oppressed, hindered, held down, and made heavy. The man of such a " Beyond," who wants to get even in sight of the highest standards of worth of his age, must first of all "surmount" this age in him- self— it is the test of his power — and consequently not only his age, but also his past aversion and opposition to his age, his suffering caused by his age, his unseasonableness, his Romanticism. . . . 381. The Question of Intelligibility. — One not only wants to be understood when one writes, but also — quite as certainly — not to be understood. It is WE FEARLESS ONES 349 by no means an objection to a book when someone finds it unintelligible : perhaps this might just have been the intention of its author, — perhaps he did not want to be understood by "anyone." A distinguished intellect and taste, when it wants to communicate its thoughts, always selects its hearers; by selecting them, it at the same time closes its barriers against " the others." It is there that all the more refined laws of style have their origin : they at the same time keep off, they create distance, they prevent "access" (intelligibility, as we have said,) — while they open the ears of those who are acoustically related to them. And to say it between ourselves and with reference to my own case, — I do not desire that either my ignorance, or the vivacity of my temperament, should prevent me being understood by you, my friends : I certainly do not desire that my vivacity should have that effect, however much it may impel me to arrive quickly at an object, in order to arrive at it at all. For I think it is best to do with profound problems as with a cold bath — quickly in, quickly out. That one does not thereby get into the depths, that one does not get deep enough down — is a superstition of the hydrophobic, the enemies of cold water ; they speak without experience. Oh ! the great cold makes one quick ! — And let me ask by the way : Is it a fact that a thing has been misunderstood and unrecognised when it has only been touched upon in passing, glanced at, flashed at? Must one absolutely sit upon it in the first place? Must one have brooded on it as on an &^^ ? Diu noctuque incubando, as Newton said of himself? At 350 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V least there are truths of a peculiar shyness and ticklishness which one can only get hold of suddenly, and in no other way, — which one must either take by surprise, or leave alone. . . . Finally, my brevity has still another value : on those questions which pre-occupy me, I must say a great deal briefly, in order that it may be heard yet more briefly. For as immoralist, one has to take care lest one ruins innocence, I mean the asses and old maids of both sexes, who get nothing from life but their in- nocence ; moreover my writings are meant to fill them with enthusiasm, to elevate them, to encourage them in virtue. I should be at a loss to know of anything more amusing than to see enthusiastic old asses and maids moved by the sweet feelings of virtue: and "that have I seen"— spake Zara- thustra. So much with respect to brevity; the matter stands worse as regards my ignorance, of which I make no secret to myself. There are hours in which I am ashamed of it ; to be sure there are likewise hours in which I am ashamed of this shame. Perhaps we philosophers, all of us, are badly placed at present with regard to knowledge : science is growing, the most learned of us are on the point of discovering that we know too little. But it would be worse still if it were otherwise, if we knew too much ; our duty is and remains first of all, not to get into confusion about ourselves. We are different from the learned; although it cannot be denied that amongst other things we are also learned. We have different needs, a different growth, a different digestion : we need more, we need also less. There is no formula WE FEARLESS ONES 35 I as to how much an intellect needs for its nourish- ment ; if, however, its taste be in the direction of independence, rapid coming and going, travelling, and perhaps adventure for which only the swiftest are qualified, it prefers rather to live free on poor fare, than to be unfree and plethoric. Not fat, but the greatest suppleness and power is what a good dancer wishes from his nourishment, — and I know not what the spirit of a philosopher would like better than to be a good dancer. For the dance is his ideal, and also his art, in the end likewise his sole piety, his " divine service." . , , 382. Great Healthiness. — We, the new, the name- less, the hard-to-understand, we firstlings of a yet untried future — we require for a new end also a new means, namely, a new healthiness, stronger, sharper, tougher, bolder and merrier than any healthiness hitherto. He whose soul longs to ex- perience the whole range of hitherto recognised values and desirabilities, and to circumnavigate all the coasts of this ideal " Mediterranean Sea," who, from the adventures of his most personal experience, wants to know how it feels to be a conqueror and discoverer of the ideal — as likewise how it is with the artist, the saint, the legislator, the sage, the scholar, the devotee, the prophet, and the godly Nonconformist of the old style: — requires one thing above all for that purpose, great healthiness — such healthiness as one not only possesses, but also constantly acquires and must acquire, because one continually sacrifices it again, and must sacri- 352 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V fice it ! — And now, after having been long on the way in this fashion, we Argonauts of the ideal, who are more courageous perhaps than prudent, and often enough shipwrecked and brought to grief, neverthe- less, as said above, healthier than people would like to admit, dangerously healthy, always healthy again, — it would seem, as if in recompense for it all, that we have a still undiscovered country before us, the boundaries of which no one has yet seen, a beyond to all countries and corners of the ideal known hitherto, a world so over-rich in the beautiful, the strange, the questionable, the frightful, and the divine, that our curiosity as well as our thirst for possession thereof, have got out of hand — alas ! that nothing will now any longer satisfy us ! How could we still be content with Ike man of the present day after such peeps, and with such a craving in our conscience and consciousness? What a pity ; but it is unavoidable that we should look on the worthiest aims and hopes of the man of the present day with ill-concealed amusement, and perhaps should no longer look at them. Another ideal runs on before us, a strange, tempting ideal, full of danger, to which we should not like to persuade any one, because we do not so readily acknowledge any one's right thereto: the ideal of a spirit who plays naively (that is to say involuntarily and from overflowing abundance and power) with everything that has hitherto been called holy, good, inviolable, divine ; to whom the loftiest conception which the people have reason- ably made their measure of value, would already imply danger, ruin, abasement, or at least relaxation, WE FEARLESS ONES 353 blindness, or temporary self-forgetfulness ; the ideal of a humanly superhuman welfare and benevolence, which may often enough appear inhuman, for example, when put by the side of all past serious- ness on earth, and in comparison with all past solemnities in bearing, word, tone, look, morality and pursuit, as their truest involuntary parody, — but with which, nevertheless, perhaps the great seriousness only commences, the proper interroga- tion mark is set up, the fate of the soul changes, the hour-hand moves, and tragedy begins. . . . 383- Epilogue. — But while I slowly, slowly finish the painting of this sombre interrogation-mark, and am still inclined to remind my readers of the virtues of right reading — oh, what forgotten and unknown virtues — it comes to pass that the wickedest, merriest, gnome-like laughter resounds around me : the spirits of my book themselves pounce upon me, pull me by the ears, and call me to order. " We cannot endure it any longer," they shout to me, "away, away with this raven-black music. Is it not clear morning round about us ? And green, soft ground and turf, the domain of the dance ? Was there ever a better hour in which to be joyful? Who will sing us a song, a morning song, so sunny, so light and so fledged that it will not scare the tantrums, — but will rather invite them to take part in the singing and dancing. And better a simple rustic bagpipe than such weird sounds, such toad- croakings, grave-voices and marmot-pipings, with which you have hitherto regaled us in your wilder- 23 354 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V ness, Mr Anchorite and Musician of the Future ! No ! Not such tones ! But let us strike up some- thing more agreeable and more joyful!" — You would like to have it so, my impatient friends? Well! Who would not willingly accede to your wishes? My bagpipe is waiting, and my voice also— it may sound a little hoarse ; take it as it is ! don't forget we are in the mountains ! But what you will hear is at least new ; and if you do not understand it, if you misunderstand the minstrel, what does it matter ! That— has always been " The Minstrel's Curse." * So much the more distinctly can you hear his music and melody, so much the better also can you— dance to his piping. Would you like to do that? . . . * Title of the well-known poem of Uhland.— Tr. APPENDIX SONGS OF PRINCE FREE-ASA- BIRD 9S9 TO GOETHE.* " The Undecaying " Is but thy label, God the betraying Is poets' fable. Our aims all are thwarted By the World-wheel's blind roll : " Doom," says the downhearted, " Sport," says the fool. The World-sport, all-ruling, Mingles false with true : The Eternally Fooling Makes us play, too ! * This poem is a parody of the " Chorus Mysticus " which concludes the second part of Goethe's "Faust." Bayard Taylor's translation of the passage in "Faust" runs as follows : — " All things transitory But as symbols are sent, Earth's insufficiency Here grows to Event : The Indescribable Here it is done : The Woman-Soul leadeth us Upward and on ! " 357 358 THE JOYFUL WISDOM THE POET'S CALL. As 'neath a shady tree I sat After long toil to take my pleasure, I heard a tapping " pit-a-pat " Beat prettily in rhythmic measure. Tho' first I scowled, my face set hard, The sound at length my sense entrapping Forced me to speak like any bard. And keep true time unto the tapping. As I made verses, never stopping, Each syllable the bird went after. Keeping in time with dainty hopping ! I burst into unmeasured laughter ! What, you a poet ? You a poet ? Can your brains truly so addled be ? " Yes, yes, good sir, you are a poet," Chirped out the pecker, mocking me. What doth me to these woods entice ? The chance to give some thief a trouncing ? A saw, an image ? Ha, in a trice My rhyme is on it, swiftly pouncing ! All things that creep or crawl the poet Weaves in his word-loom cunningly. " Yes, yes, good sir, you are a poet," Chirped out the pecker, mocking me. Like to an arrow, methinks, a verse is, See how it quivers, pricks and smarts When shot full straight (no tender mercies !) Into the reptile's nobler parts ! APPENDIX 359 Wretches, you die at the hand of the poet, Or stagger like men that have drunk too free. " Yes, yes, good sir, you are a poet," Chirped out the pecker, mocking me. So they go hurrying, stanzas malign. Drunken words — what a clattering, banging ! — Till the whole company, line on line, All on the rhythmic chain are hanging. Has he really a cruel heart, your poet ? Are there fiends who rejoice, the slaughter to see ? *' Yes, yes, good sir, you are a poet," Chirped out the pecker, mocking me. So you jest at me, bird, with your scornful graces ? So sore indeed is the plight of my head ? And my heart, you say, in yet sorrier case is ? Beware ! for my wrath is a thing to dread ! Yet e'en in the hour of his wrath the poet Rhymes you and sings with the selfsame glee. " Yes, yes, good sir, you are a poet," Chirped out the pecker, mocking me. IN THE SOUTH.* I swing on a bough, and rest My tired limbs in a nest, In the rocking home of a bird, Wherein I perch as his guest, In the South ! * Translated by Miss M. D. Petre. Inserted by per- mission of the editor of the Nation^ in which it appeared on April 17, 1909. 360 THE JOYFUL WISDOM I gaze on the ocean asleep, On the purple sail of a boat ; On the harbour and tower steep, On the rocks that stand out of the deep, In the South ! For I could no longer stay, To crawl in slow German way ; So I called to the birds, bade the wind Lift me up and bear me away To the South ! No reasons for me, if you please ; Their end is too dull and too plain ; But a pair of wings and a breeze, With courage and health and ease, And games that chase disease From the South ! Wise thoughts can move without sound. But I've songs that I can't sing alone ; So birdies, pray gather around. And listen to what I have found In the South ! " You are merry lovers and false and gay, " In frolics and sport you pass the day ; " Whilst in the North, I shudder to say, " I worshipped a woman, hideous and gray, " Her name was Truth, so I heard them say, " But I left her there and I flew away " To the South ! " APPENDIX 361 BEPPA THE PIOUS. While beauty in my face is, Be piety my care, For God, you know, loves lasses, And, more than all, the fair. And if yon hapless monkling Is fain with me to live, Like many another monkling, God surely will forgive. No grey old priestly devil, But, young, with cheeks aflame- Who e'en when sick with revel, Can jealous be and blame. To greybeards I'm a stranger, And he, too, hates the old : Of God, the world-arranger, The wisdom here behold ! The Church has ken of living. And tests by heart and face. To me she'll be forgiving ! Who will not show me grace ? I lisp with pretty halting, I curtsey, bid " good day," And with the fresh defaulting I wash the old away ! Praise be this man-God's guerdon. Who loves all maidens fair, And his own heart can pardon The sin he planted there. 3^2 THE JOYFUL WISDOM While beauty in my face is, With piety I'll stand, When age has killed my graces, Let Satan claim my hand ! THE BOAT OF MYSTERY. Yester-eve, when all things slept — Scarce a breeze to stir the lane — I a restless vigil kept, Nor from pillows sleep could gain, Nor from poppies nor — most sure Of opiates — a conscience pure. Thoughts of rest I 'gan forswear, Rose and walked along the strand. Found, in warm and moonlit air, Man and boat upon the sand, Drowsy both, and drowsily Did the boat put out to sea. Passed an hour or two perchance, Or a year ? then thought and sense Vanished in the engulfing trance Of a vast Indifference. Fathomless, abysses dread Opened — then the vision fled. Morning came : becalmed, the boat Rested on the purple flood : " What had happened ? " every throat Shrieked the question : " was there- Blood ? " Naught had happened ! On the swell We had slumbered, oh, so well ! APPENDIX 363 AN AVOWAL OF LOVE {during which^ however^ the poet fell into a pit). Oh marvel ! there he flies Cleaving the sky with wings unmoved — what force Impels him, bids him rise, What curb restrains him? Where's his goal, his course ? Like stars and time eterne He liveth now in heights that life forswore, Nor envy's self doth spurn : A lofty flight were't, e'en to see him soar ! Oh albatross, great bird, Speeding me upward ever through the blue ! I thought of her, was stirred To tears unending — yea, I love her true ! SONG OF A THEOCRITEAN GOATHERD. Here I lie, my bowels sore. Hosts of bugs advancing. Yonder lights and romp and roar ! What's that sound ? They're dancing ! At this instant, so she prated, Stealthily she'd meet me : Like a faithful dog I've waited, Not a sign to greet me ! She promised, made the cross-sign, too. Could her vows be hollow ? Or runs she after all that woo. Like the goats I follow ? 364 THE JOYFUL WISDOM Whence your silken gown, my maid ? Ah, you'd fain be haughty, Yet perchance you've proved a jade With some satyr naughty ! Waiting long, the lovelorn wight Is filled with rage and poison : Even so on sultry night Toadstools grow in foison. Pinching sore, in devil's mood, Love doth plague my crupper : Truly I can eat no food : Farewell, onion-supper ! Seaward sinks the moon away, The stars are wan, and flare not : Dawn approaches, gloomy, grey. Let Death come ! I care not ! "SOULS THAT LACK DETERMINATION." Souls that lack determination Rouse my wrath to white-hot flame ! All their glory's but vexation, All their praise but self-contempt and shame ! Since I baffle their advances. Will not clutch their leading-string. They would wither me with glances Bitter-sweet, with hopeless envy sting. Let them with fell curses shiver. Curl their lip the livelong day ! Seek me as they will, forever Helplessly their eyes shall go astray ! APPENDIX 365 THE FOOL'S DILEMMA. Ah, what I wrote on board and wall With foolish heart, in foolish scrawl, I meant but for their decoration ! Yet say you, " Fools' abomination ! Both board and wall require purgation, And let no trace our eyes appal ! " Well, I will help you, as I can. For sponge and broom are my vocation. As critic and as waterman. But when the finished work I scan, I'm glad to see each learned owl With " wisdom " board and wall defoul. RIMUS REMEDIUM {or a Consolation to Sick Poets). From thy moist lips, O Time, thou witch, beslavering me, Hour upon hour too slowly drips In vain — I cry, in frenzy's fit, " A curse upon that yawning pit, A curse upon Eternity ! " The world's of brass, A fiery bullock, deaf to wail ; Pain's dagger pierces my cuirass, Winged, and writes upon my bone : " Bowels and heart the world hath none. Why scourge her sins with anger's flail ? ' 366 THE JOYFUL WISDOM Pour poppies now, Pour venom, Fever, on my brain ! Too long you test my hand and brow : What ask you ? " What — reward is paid ? " A malediction on you, jade. And your disdain ! No, I retract, 'Tis cold — I hear the rain importune — Fever, I'll soften, show my tact : Here's gold — a coin — see it gleam ! Shall I with blessings on you beam, Call you " good fortune " ? The door opes wide. And raindrops on my bed are scattered. The light's blown out — woes multiplied ! He that hath not an hundred rhymes, I'll wager, in these dolorous times We'd see him shattered ! MY BLISS. Once more, St Mark, thy pigeons meet my gaze. The Square lies still, in slumbering morning mood : In soft, cool air I fashion idle lays. Speeding them skyward like a pigeon's brood : And then recall my minions To tie fresh rhymes upon their willing pinions. My bliss ! My bliss ! Calm heavenly roof of azure silkiness, Guarding with shimmering haze yon house divine! Thee, house, I love, fear — envy, I'll confess, APPENDIX 36^ And gladly would suck out that soul of thine ! " Should I give back the prize ? " Ask not, great pasture-ground for human eyes ! My bliss ! My bliss ! Stern belfry, rising as with lion's leap Sheer from the soil in easy victory. That fill'st the Square with peal resounding, deep, Wert thou in French that Square's « accent aigu "' ? Were I for ages set In earth like thee, I know what silk-meshed net My bliss ! My bliss ! Hence, music ! First let darker shadows come, And grow, and merge into brown, mellow night » 'Tis early for your pealing, ere the dome Sparkle in roseate glory, gold-bedight While yet 'tis day, there's time For strolling, lonely muttering, forging rhyme— My bliss ! My bliss I COLUMBUS REDIVIVUS. Thither I'll travel, that's my notion, I'll trust myself, my grip, Where opens wide and blue the ocean I'll ply my Genoa ship. New things on new the world unfolds me, Time, space with noonday die : Alone thy monstrous eye beholds me. Awful Infinity I 368 THE JOYFUL WISDOM SILS-MARIA. Here sat I waiting, waiting, but for naught 1 Beyond all good and evil — now by light wrought To joy, now by dark shadows — all was leisure, All lake, all noon, all time sans aim, sans measure. Then one, dear friend, was swiftly changed to twain, And Zarathustra left my teeming brain. . . . A DANCING SONG TO THE MISTRAL WIND.* Wildly rushing, clouds outleaping, Care-destroying, Heaven sweeping, Mistral wind, thou art my friend ! Surely 'twas one womb did bear us, Surely 'twas one fate did pair us, Fellows for a common end. From the crags I gaily greet you, Running fast I come to meet you. Dancing while you pipe and sing. How you bound across the ocean, Unimpeded, free in motion, Swifter than with boat or wing ! * Translated by Miss M. D. Petre. Inserted by permis- sion of the editor of the Nation^ in which it appeared on May 15, 1909. APPENDIX 369 Through my dreams your whistle sounded, Down the rocky stairs I bounded To the golden ocean wall ; Saw you hasten, swift and glorious, Like a river, strong, victorious. Tumbling in a waterfall. Saw you rushing over Heaven, With your steeds so wildly driven. Saw the car in which you flew ; Saw the lash that wheeled and quivered, While the hand that held it shivered, Urging on the steeds anew. Saw you from your chariot swinging. So that swifter downward springing Like an arrow you might go Straight into the deep abysses, As a sunbeam falls and kisses Roses in the morning glow. Dance, oh ! dance on all the edges. Wave-crests, cliffs and mountain ledges, Ever finding dances new ! Let our knowledge be our gladness, Let our art be sport and madness. All that's joyful shall be true ! Let us snatch from every bower, As we pass, the fairest flower. With some leaves to make a crown ; Then, like minstrels gaily dancing. Saint and witch together prancing. Let us foot it up and down. 24 370 THE JOYFUL WISDOM Those who come must move as quickly As the wind — we'll have no sickly, Crippled, withered, in our crew ; Off with hypocrites and preachers, Proper folk and prosy teachers, Sweep them from our heaven blue. Sweep away all sad grimaces, Whirl the dust into the faces Of the dismal sick and cold ! Hunt them from our breezy places. Not for them the wind that braces, But for men of visage bold. Off with those who spoil earth's gladness, Blow away all clouds of sadness, Till our heaven clear we see ; Let me hold thy hand, best fellow, Till my joy like tempest bellow ! Freest thou of spirits free ! When thou partest, take a token Of the joy thou hast awoken, Take our wreath and fling it far ; Toss it up and catch it never, Whirl it on before thee ever. Till it reach the farthest star. oo On CO C3 CO or < o CO X ^- > O ui (f=>.'-VA' .1^,3 121982 ,

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