‘To my last sin?’ cried Zaratustra, and laughed scornfully at his own words. ‘What has been left me now as my last sin?’
- And once more Zaratustra became immersed in himself and sat down again on the great stone, and he reflected. Suddenly he jumped to his feet-
‘Pity! Pity for the higher men!’ he cried, and his face transformed into bronze. ‘Whell then! That –has its time!
My suffering and my pity – what do they matter! Do I strive for happiness? I strive for my work!
Well then! The lion came, my children are near, Zaratustra became ripe, my hour came-
This is my morning, my day is beginning: up now, up, you great noon!’ –
Thus spoke Zaratustra and left his cave, glowing and strong, like a morning sun that emerges from dark mountains.