The Drive Toward The Formation Of Metaphors

Whoever Knows He Is Deep Tries To Be Clear, But Whoever Wants To Seem Deep To The Crowd Tries To Be Obscure. For The Crowd Supposes That Anything It Cannot See To The Bottom Must Be Deep: It Is So Timid And Goes So Unwillingly Into The Water.

Lift Up Your Hearts, My Brothers, High, Higher! And Don't Forget About Your Legs Either! Lift Up Your Legs As Well, You Good Dancers, And Better Yet--stand Also On Your Heads!

Your Enemy Shall Ye Seek; Your War Shall Ye Wage, And For The Sake Of Your Thoughts! And If Your Thoughts Succumb, Your Uprightness Shall Still Shout Triumph Thereby!

Weariness That Wants To Reach The Ultimate With One Leap, With One Fatal Leap, A Poor Ignorant Weariness That Does Not Want To Want Any More: This Created All Gods And Afterworlds.

Those Are My Enemies: They Want To Overthrow And To Construct Nothing Themselves. They Say: "all That Is Worthless"--and Want To Create No Value Themselves.