He who will one day teach men to fly will have moved all
boundary stones; the boundary stones themselves will fly up into the air before
him, and he will rebaptize the earth—“the light one.”
The ostrich runs faster than the fastest horse, but even he
buries his head gravely in the grave earth; even so, the man who has not yet
learned to fly. Earth and life seem
grave to him; and thus the spirit of gravity wants it. But whoever would become light and a bird
must love himself: thus I teach.
And verily, this is no command for today and tomorrow, to learn to love oneself. Rather, it is of all arts the subtlest, the
most cunning, the ultimate, and the most patient.
This is my doctrine: he who would learn to fly one day must
first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance: one cannot fly into flying.
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
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