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Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None

Chapter 108: Chapter XXXV. The Sublime Ones.
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A prophetic teacher named Zarathustra delivers a series of poetic discourses and parables in four parts that explore the death of God, the will to power, the ideal of the overman, eternal recurrence, and the transvaluation of moral values. Mixing lyrical sermon, aphorism, and allegory, the text stages encounters, speeches, and symbolic episodes that critique Christian morality, celebrate self-overcoming, and insist on creative reevaluation of life’s aims. Recurring motifs such as solitude, the three metamorphoses, teaching and rejection, and paradoxical humor bind the fragments into a visionary call to invent new, life-affirming values.

Chapter XXXV. The Sublime Ones.

These belong to a type which Nietzsche did not altogether dislike, but which he would fain have rendered more subtle and plastic. It is the type that takes life and itself too seriously, that never surmounts the camel-stage mentioned in the first discourse, and that is obdurately sublime and earnest. To be able to smile while speaking of lofty things and NOT TO BE OPPRESSED by them, is the secret of real greatness. He whose hand trembles when it lays hold of a beautiful thing, has the quality of reverence, without the artist’s unembarrassed friendship with the beautiful. Hence the mistakes which have arisen in regard to confounding Nietzsche with his extreme opposites the anarchists and agitators. For what they dare to touch and break with the impudence and irreverence of the unappreciative, he seems likewise to touch and break,—but with other fingers—with the fingers of the loving and unembarrassed artist who is on good terms with the beautiful and who feels able to create it and to enhance it with his touch. The question of taste plays an important part in Nietzsche’s philosophy, and verses 9, 10 of this discourse exactly state Nietzsche’s ultimate views on the subject. In the “Spirit of Gravity”, he actually cries:—“Neither a good nor a bad taste, but MY taste, of which I have no longer either shame or secrecy.”