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Day 1,164, 13:31 • Published in Ireland Ireland • by The Irish William Wallace

Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the
Ubermensch—a rope over an abyss.
A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting.
What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a
goal: what is lovable in man is that he is an over-going
and a down-going.
I love those that know not how to live except as downgoers, for they are the over-goers.

I love the great despisers, because they are the great
adorers, and arrows of longing for the other shore.

I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the
stars for going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice
themselves to the earth, that the earth of the Ubermensch
may hereafter arrive.



I love him who liveth in order to know, and seeketh to
know in order that the Ubermensch may hereafter live. Thus
seeketh he his own down-going.

I love him who laboureth and inventeth, that he may
build the house for the Ubermensch, and prepare for him
earth, animal, and plant: for thus seeketh he his own
down-going.

I love him who loveth his virtue: for virtue is the will to
down-going, and an arrow of longing.



I love him who reserveth no share of spirit for himself,
but wanteth to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus
walketh he as spirit over the bridge.

I love him who maketh his virtue his inclination and
destiny: thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to
live on, or live no more.

I love him who desireth not too many virtues. One virtue is more of a virtue than two, because it is more of a knot for one’s destiny to cling to.

I love him whose soul is lavish, who wanteth no thanks
and doth not give back: for he always bestoweth, and
desireth not to keep for himself.

I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his
favour, and who then asketh: “Am I a dishonest player?”
for he is willing to succumb.

I love him who scattereth golden words in advance of
his deeds, and always doeth more than he promiseth: for
he seeketh his own down-going.

I love him who justifieth the future ones, and redeemeth
the past ones: for he is willing to succumb through the
present ones.



I love him who chasteneth his God, because he loveth
his Go😛 for he must succumb through the wrath of his
God.

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding,
and may succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he
willingly over the bridge.

I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgetteth
himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become
his down-going.

I love him who is of a free spirit and a free heart: thus
is his head only the bowels of his heart; his heart, however, causeth his down-going.

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out
of the dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the
coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

Lo, I am a herald of the lightning, and a heavy drop out
of the clou😛 the lightning, however, is the Ubermensch.— F.N.



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