O heaven above me, pure and deep! You abyss of light! Seeing you I tremble with godlike
desires. To throw myself into your
height, that is my depth. To hide in your purity, that is my innocence.
Gods are shrouded by their beauty; thus you conceal your
stars. You do not speak; thus you
proclaim your wisdom to me. Today you
rose for me silently over the roaring sea; your love and your shyness are a
revelation to my roaring soul. That you
came to me, beautiful, shrouded in your beauty, that you speak to me silently,
revealing your wisdom—oh, how should I not guess all that is shy in your
soul! Before the sun you came to me, the loneliest of all.
O heaven over me, bashful and glowing! O you, my happiness before sunrise! The day is coming, so let us part!
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
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