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<h2> I. THE THREE METAMORPHOSES. </h2>
<p>Three metamorphoses of the spirit do I designate to you: how the spirit
becometh a camel, the camel a lion, and the lion at last a child.</p>
<p>Many heavy things are there for the spirit, the strong load-bearing spirit
in which reverence dwelleth: for the heavy and the heaviest longeth its
strength.</p>
<p>What is heavy? so asketh the load-bearing spirit; then kneeleth it down
like the camel, and wanteth to be well laden.</p>
<p>What is the heaviest thing, ye heroes? asketh the load-bearing spirit,
that I may take it upon me and rejoice in my strength.</p>
<p>Is it not this: To humiliate oneself in order to mortify one's pride? To
exhibit one's folly in order to mock at one's wisdom?</p>
<p>Or is it this: To desert our cause when it celebrateth its triumph? To
ascend high mountains to tempt the tempter?</p>
<p>Or is it this: To feed on the acorns and grass of knowledge, and for the
sake of truth to suffer hunger of soul?</p>
<p>Or is it this: To be sick and dismiss comforters, and make friends of the
deaf, who never hear thy requests?</p>
<p>Or is it this: To go into foul water when it is the water of truth, and
not disclaim cold frogs and hot toads?</p>
<p>Or is it this: To love those who despise us, and give one's hand to the
phantom when it is going to frighten us?</p>
<p>All these heaviest things the load-bearing spirit taketh upon itself: and
like the camel, which, when laden, hasteneth into the wilderness, so
hasteneth the spirit into its wilderness.</p>
<p>But in the loneliest wilderness happeneth the second metamorphosis: here
the spirit becometh a lion; freedom will it capture, and lordship in its
own wilderness.</p>
<p>Its last Lord it here seeketh: hostile will it be to him, and to its last
God; for victory will it struggle with the great dragon.</p>
<p>What is the great dragon which the spirit is no longer inclined to call
Lord and God? "Thou-shalt," is the great dragon called. But the spirit of
the lion saith, "I will."</p>
<p>"Thou-shalt," lieth in its path, sparkling with gold—a scale-covered
beast; and on every scale glittereth golden, "Thou shalt!"</p>
<p>The values of a thousand years glitter on those scales, and thus speaketh
the mightiest of all dragons: "All the values of things—glitter on
me.</p>
<p>All values have already been created, and all created values—do I
represent. Verily, there shall be no 'I will' any more. Thus speaketh the
dragon.</p>
<p>My brethren, wherefore is there need of the lion in the spirit? Why
sufficeth not the beast of burden, which renounceth and is reverent?</p>
<p>To create new values—that, even the lion cannot yet accomplish: but
to create itself freedom for new creating—that can the might of the
lion do.</p>
<p>To create itself freedom, and give a holy Nay even unto duty: for that, my
brethren, there is need of the lion.</p>
<p>To assume the right to new values—that is the most formidable
assumption for a load-bearing and reverent spirit. Verily, unto such a
spirit it is preying, and the work of a beast of prey.</p>
<p>As its holiest, it once loved "Thou-shalt": now is it forced to find
illusion and arbitrariness even in the holiest things, that it may capture
freedom from its love: the lion is needed for this capture.</p>
<p>But tell me, my brethren, what the child can do, which even the lion could
not do? Why hath the preying lion still to become a child?</p>
<p>Innocence is the child, and forgetfulness, a new beginning, a game, a
self-rolling wheel, a first movement, a holy Yea.</p>
<p>Aye, for the game of creating, my brethren, there is needed a holy Yea
unto life: ITS OWN will, willeth now the spirit; HIS OWN world winneth the
world's outcast.</p>
<p>Three metamorphoses of the spirit have I designated to you: how the spirit
became a camel, the camel a lion, and the lion at last a child.—</p>
<p>Thus spake Zarathustra. And at that time he abode in the town which is
called The Pied Cow.</p>
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