Conceive love and perfect yourself.

 Conceive love and perfect yourself.


With his strong feet in his triumphant feeling, he again stepped on his own destiny. Then Zarathustra said to his acclaimed conscience:


I am alone again, alone with the clear sky and the vast sea, and I hope so. It was afternoon again around me.


The first time I met my early friends was in the afternoon, and the next time I met was one afternoon. It was a time when all the lights were getting quieter.


The happiness that is still on its way between heaven and earth is because it is still looking for a bright soul to dwell in.


Full of happiness, now all the lights are quieter.


Oh, an afternoon of my life! Early on, my happiness also went down to the valley in search of a dwelling place. And my happiness there was to find these souls who welcome guests with wide-open hearts.


Oh, an afternoon of my life! If I get that one thing, I won't throw them away, if only my thoughts will take root and get the morning glow of my supreme hope!


The creator has long been looking for his comrades and children of his hope. But behold, the creator knows. The fact that he cannot find them without first creating them.



For his children, Zarathustra must perfect himself. This is because people naturally love only their children and work. And if he has a great love for himself, that love is a sign of conception.


My garden and the trees that grow on the best soil, my children are growing green in the first spring, standing side by side and swaying with the wind.


Where these trees stand together, there are happy islands. But one day I plan to pluck them out and plant them one by one. Let each of the trees learn solitude, rebellion, and wisdom.


They are living beacons of indomitable life, and they must stand softly and firmly on the shore, with knots and curves.


Where the storm rushes into the sea and the long noses of the mountains draw in the water, where each tree must one day watch day and night with its own ordeal and enlightenment.


Each tree must be identified and tested to see if it is my race and my lineage. This is to see if each tree is reticent in speaking as the possessor of a strong will, and is generous enough to consider giving and receiving.


To see if I am one of those who will one day become my companion, create with Zarathustra, celebrate together, and write my will on my tablet for the more complete perfection of all things.


And for such, and for such, I must perfect myself. So now I reject my happiness and leave myself to all my misery. For a final test and realization for myself.

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