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For their mind is a soured stomach. It counselleth them unto death ! For, verily, my brethren, the mind is a stomach !

Life is a well of delight. But all wells are poisoned for him out of whom the soured stomach speaketh, the father of affliction.

To perceive that is lust unto him who hath the will of a lion ! But he who hath become weary, is himself 'willed' only; with him all waves play.

And thus it is always the way of weak men : they losfe themselves on their ways. And at last their weariness asketh : ' Wherefore have we ever gone ways ! All is the same ! '

Unto their ears it soundeth lovely when there is preached : ' Nothing is worth while ! Ye shall not will ! ' But this is a sermon unto slavery.

O my brethren, as a fresh roaring wind Zarathustra cometh unto all who are weary of the way. Many noses he will make sneeze.

Even through walls bloweth my free breath, and into prisons and imprisoned spirits !

Willing delivereth ! For willing is creating. Thus I teach. And only for the purpose of creating ye shall learn !

And even the learning ye shall only learn from me, the learning well ! Whoever hath ears, let him hear !

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