XX. CHILD AND MARRIAGE
by Friedrich Nietzsche
I have a question for thee alone, my brother: like a sounding-lead, cast I
this question into thy soul, that I may know its depth.
Thou art young, and desirest child and marriage. But I ask thee: Art
a man ENTITLED to desire a child?
Art thou the victorious one, the self-conqueror, the ruler of thy passions,
the master of thy virtues? Thus do I ask thee.
Or doth the animal speak in thy wish, and necessity? Or isolation? Or
discord in thee?
I would have thy victory and freedom long for a child. Living
shalt thou build to thy victory and emancipation.
Beyond thyself shalt thou build. But first of all must thou be built
thyself, rectangular in body and soul.
Not only onward shalt thou propagate thyself, but upward! For that
may the garden of marriage help thee!
A higher body shalt thou create, a first movement, a spontaneously
wheel--a creating one shalt thou create.
Marriage: so call I the will of the twain to create the one that is more
than those who created it. The reverence for one another, as those
exercising such a will, call I marriage.
Let this be the significance and the truth of thy marriage. But that which
the many-too-many call marriage, those superfluous ones--ah, what shall I
Ah, the poverty of soul in the twain! Ah, the filth of soul in the twain!
Ah, the pitiable self-complacency in the twain!
Marriage they call it all; and they say their marriages are made in heaven.
Well, I do not like it, that heaven of the superfluous! No, I do not like
them, those animals tangled in the heavenly toils!
Far from me also be the God who limpeth thither to bless what he hath
Laugh not at such marriages! What child hath not had reason to weep
Worthy did this man seem, and ripe for the meaning of the earth: but
I saw his wife, the earth seemed to me a home for madcaps.
Yea, I would that the earth shook with convulsions when a saint and a
mate with one another.
This one went forth in quest of truth as a hero, and at last got for
himself a small decked-up lie: his marriage he calleth it.
That one was reserved in intercourse and chose choicely. But one time
spoilt his company for all time: his marriage he calleth it.
Another sought a handmaid with the virtues of an angel. But all at once
became the handmaid of a woman, and now would he need also to become an
Careful, have I found all buyers, and all of them have astute eyes. But
even the astutest of them buyeth his wife in a sack.
Many short follies--that is called love by you. And your marriage putteth
an end to many short follies, with one long stupidity.
Your love to woman, and woman's love to man--ah, would that it were
sympathy for suffering and veiled deities! But generally two animals
alight on one another.
But even your best love is only an enraptured simile and a painful ardour.
It is a torch to light you to loftier paths.
Beyond yourselves shall ye love some day! Then LEARN first of all to
And on that account ye had to drink the bitter cup of your love.
Bitterness is in the cup even of the best love: thus doth it cause longing
for the Superman; thus doth it cause thirst in thee, the creating one!
Thirst in the creating one, arrow and longing for the Superman: tell
my brother, is this thy will to marriage?
Holy call I such a will, and such a marriage.--
Thus spake Zarathustra.
the first thought of Zarathustra