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 334 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, III

��If my wrath hath ever broken graves, removed land- marks, and rolled down into steep depths old tables broken ;

If my scorn hath ever blown into pieces mouldered words, and I have ever come as a brush unto cross- spiders, and as a roaring wind unto old dampish grave- chambers ;

If I have ever sat rejoicing where old Gods lie buried ; if I have ever sat blessing the world, loving the world, beside the monuments of old calumniators of the world ;

(For even churches and graves of Gods I love, when once the sky gazeth with its pure eye through their broken ceilings. I love to sit on broken churches, like the grass and the red poppy.)

Oh ! how could I fail to be eager for eternity, and for the marriage ring of rings, the ring of recurrence ?

Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should have liked to have children, unless it be this woman I love. For I love thee, O Eternity!

For I love thee, O Eternity !

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If there hath ever come unto me a breath of creative breath, and of that heavenly necessity that compelleth chance itself to dance star dances ;

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