theme Christianity, priests and the need to worship
Christentum, Priester
Christianity as the morality of pity, sin and the beyond; the priests who bind with false values; and the persistent need to worship that survives belief, parodied in the ass-festival.
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First Part
Many sickly ones have there always been among those who muse, and languish for God; violently they hate the discerning ones, and the latest of virtues, which is uprightness. Backward they always gaze toward dark ages:…
Portrays the godly ones who languish for God, insist on being believed in, and brand doubt as sin, all while clinging to redeeming blood-drops.
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Second Part
And one day Zarathustra made a sign to his disciples, and spake these words unto them: “Here are priests: but although they are mine enemies, pass them quietly and with sleeping swords! Even among them there are heroes;…
Introduces the priests as Zarathustra's enemies, kin to him by blood, whose meekness hides revenge.
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And when they had passed, a pain attacked Zarathustra; but not long had he struggled with the pain, when he began to speak thus: It moveth my heart for those priests. They also go against my taste; but that is the…
Describes the priests as prisoners whom their Saviour chained with false values and fatuous words: 'that some one would save them from their Saviour!'
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Oh, just look at those tabernacles which those priests have built themselves! Churches, they call their sweet-smelling caves! Oh, that falsified light, that mustified air! Where the soul—may not fly aloft to its height!…
Attacks churches as musty caves of shame and penitence, where people worship a God who afflicts them and love him by nailing men to the cross.
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Better songs would they have to sing, for me to believe in their Saviour: more like saved ones would his disciples have to appear unto me! Naked, would I like to see them: for beauty alone should preach penitence. But…
Diagnoses the Saviours as made of defect, filling every gap with the stop-gap they call God and drowning their spirit in pity.
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Eagerly and with shouts drove they their flock over their foot-bridge; as if there were but one foot-bridge to the future! Verily, those shepherds also were still of the flock! Small spirits and spacious souls had those…
Criticises the priestly shepherds who drove their flock over one foot-bridge and taught that blood and martyrdom prove truth.
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Sultry heart and cold head; where these meet, there ariseth the blusterer, the “Saviour.” Greater ones, verily, have there been, and higher-born ones, than those whom the people call Saviours, those rapturous…
Treats the 'Saviour' as a type, the blusterer with a sultry heart and cold head, and asks for greater ones than any Saviour.
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Third Part
And when I call out: “Curse all the cowardly devils in you, that would fain whimper and fold the hands and adore”—then do they shout: “Zarathustra is godless.” And especially do their teachers of submission shout…
Sets Zarathustra 'the godless' against the teachers of submission and the urge to fold the hands and adore.
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Ah, lieth everything already withered and grey which but lately stood green and many-hued on this meadow! And how much honey of hope did I carry hence into my beehives! Those young hearts have already all become old—and…
Laments the young followers who have 'again become pious' and now creep back to the cross.
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And verily, thou choosest the hour well: for just now do the nocturnal birds again fly abroad. The hour hath come for all light-dreading people, the vesper hour and leisure hour, when they do not—“take leisure.” I hear…
Satirises the twilight devotees, their prayer circles, pious confectioners, cross-spider sermons and hymn-poets, as the persistent need to worship.
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Five words about old things did I hear yester-night at the garden-wall: they came from such old, sorrowful, arid night-watchmen. “For a father he careth not sufficiently for his children: human fathers do this better!”—…
Shows two night-watchmen doubting the Father God who cares too little for his children and wants only to be believed.
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Fourth and Last Part
When however Zarathustra had gone round a rock, then saw he on the same path, not far below him, a man who threw his limbs about like a maniac, and at last tumbled to the ground on his belly. “Halt!” said then…
The magician's lament to the 'unknown God' and hangman-God acts out the religious need to be pursued, tortured and loved by a God.
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Not long, however, after Zarathustra had freed himself from the magician, he again saw a person sitting beside the path which he followed, namely a tall, black man, with a haggard, pale countenance: THIS MAN grieved him…
Zarathustra recoils from the priest-type, the anointed world-maligner who works wonders 'by the grace of God'.
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“Whoever thou art, thou traveller,” said he, “help a strayed one, a seeker, an old man, who may here easily come to grief! The world here is strange to me, and remote; wild beasts also did I hear howling; and he who…
The last pope, out of service to the dead God, goes looking for a final festival of pious recollections and divine services.
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“He who most loved and possessed him hath now also lost him most—: —Lo, I myself am surely the most godless of us at present? But who could rejoice at that!”— —“Thou servedst him to the last?” asked Zarathustra…
The pope's insider portrait of the Christian God: hidden and secret, both lover and judge, once revengeful, and at last choked by his own pity.
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“Thou old pope,” said here Zarathustra interposing, “hast thou seen THAT with thine eyes? It could well have happened in that way: in that way, AND also otherwise. When Gods die they always die many kinds of death.…
Zarathustra judges God as having the 'priest-type' in him: equivocal, wrathful at being misunderstood, and vengeful toward what he made.
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Beyond all these do I look, as a dog looketh over the backs of thronging flocks of sheep. They are petty, good-wooled, good-willed, grey people. As the heron looketh contemptuously at shallow pools, with backward-bent…
Attacks the preacher of the petty people who said 'I am the truth' and made pity the virtue of the herd.
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“What do I here seek?” answered he: “the same that thou seekest, thou mischief-maker; that is to say, happiness upon earth. To that end, however, I would fain learn of these kine. For I tell thee that I have already…
The Preacher-on-the-Mount parodies the Gospel: 'except we be converted and become as kine' we shall not enter the kingdom of heaven.
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Be not virtuous beyond your powers! And seek nothing from yourselves opposed to probability! Walk in the footsteps in which your fathers’ virtue hath already walked! How would ye rise high, if your fathers’ will should…
Mocks Christian asceticism: demanded chastity, monasteries labelled 'the way to holiness', and the filthy saints of the wilderness.
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What hath hitherto been the greatest sin here on earth? Was it not the word of him who said: “Woe unto them that laugh now!” Did he himself find no cause for laughter on the earth? Then he sought badly. A child even…
Names the greatest sin on earth as the word of him who said 'Woe unto them that laugh now', the absolute one with an evil eye for the earth.
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All on a sudden however, Zarathustra’s ear was frightened: for the cave which had hitherto been full of noise and laughter, became all at once still as death;—his nose, however, smelt a sweet-scented vapour and…
The higher men become pious again, kneeling, praying and burning incense before the ass, showing the need to worship outliving belief.
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Amen! And glory and honour and wisdom and thanks and praise and strength be to our God, from everlasting to everlasting! —The ass, however, here brayed YE-A. He carrieth our burdens, he hath taken upon him the form of a…
The ass-litany parodies Christian liturgy and scripture (Amen, the form of a servant, suffer the little children) in praise of a beast that only says Yea.
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At this place in the litany, however, Zarathustra could no longer control himself; he himself cried out YE-A, louder even than the ass, and sprang into the midst of his maddened guests. “Whatever are you about, ye…
The pope defends adoring God as an ass over adoring no God, since there is 'still something to adore on earth', and the shadow admits the old God lives again.
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—“And thou,” said Zarathustra, “thou bad old magician, what didst thou do! Who ought to believe any longer in thee in this free age, when THOU believest in such divine donkeyism? It was a stupid thing that thou didst;…
The magician and the conscientious one justify their part in the ass-worship, finding God most believable in this slow, stupid form.
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Then, however, did it come to pass that Zarathustra, astonished at such merely roguish answers, jumped back to the door of his cave, and turning towards all his guests, cried out with a strong voice: “O ye wags, all of…
Zarathustra rejects the guests' relapse into childlike piety: 'we do not want to enter into the kingdom of heaven... we want the kingdom of earth.'
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And once more began Zarathustra to speak. “O my new friends,” said he,— “ye strange ones, ye higher men, how well do ye now please me,— —Since ye have again become joyful! Ye have, verily, all blossomed forth: it…
Zarathustra recasts the ass-festival as a new divine service for convalescents, echoing the Eucharist: 'in remembrance of me'.
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Nietzsche elsewhere
Nietzsche says that God is dead, yet as people are constituted his shadow will be shown in caves for millennia, as Buddha's was, and that we must still overcome this shadow.
The need to worship survives the believed-in God, kept alive in the 'caves' where his shadow is displayed.
Nietzsche says, through a madman in the market-place, that we have killed God, unchaining the earth from its sun and leaving us straying through infinite nothingness; the deed is so great that it has not yet reached men's ears, and the churches are now only God's tombs.
The churches persist as 'tombs and monuments of God'.
Nietzsche says that science presupposes an unconditional will to truth that cannot be justified by utility and so means 'I will not deceive, not even myself', a moral stance that affirms another world than life; hence even godless knowers still take their fire from the Christian-Platonic belief that God is truth, and he asks what follows if God proves our most persistent lie.
Modern godless science inherits the millennium-old belief that God is truth and truth is divine.
Nietzsche says that the Christian God was overcome by Christian morality itself, its ever stricter conception of veracity sublimated into the scientific conscience.
Christianity's confessional conscience becomes the instrument of its undoing.
Nietzsche says that what sets him apart is having unmasked Christian morality, the Circe of all thinkers, as anti-nature: it teaches contempt for the instincts, invents a soul to defy the body, makes sex impure and self-love evil, and expresses the will to nonentity of decadent priests; morality is the idiosyncrasy of decadents seeking revenge on life.
Christian morality as a priestly road to power, honouring selflessness and neighbour-love as decline.
Nietzsche says that he has said nothing not already said through Zarathustra; unmasking morality breaks history in two, revealing that 'God', the 'beyond' and 'true world', 'soul', 'sin' and 'free will' were invented to depreciate the only world, despise the body and make the yea-sayer 'evil': Dionysus versus Christ.
The Christian concepts of God, sin and salvation are a conspiracy against life.
Nietzsche sums up his position as Dionysus versus Christ.
The final antithesis that frames his whole opposition to Christianity.