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Chapter 9: Of Blissful Islands

O afternoon of my life! What have I not given away that I might possess one thing: this living plantation of my thoughts and this dawn of my highest hope!
Once the creator sought companions and children of his hope: and behold, it turned out that he could not find them, except he first create them himself.
Thus I am in the midst of my work, going to my children and turning from them: for the sake of his children must Zarathustra perfect himself.
For one loves from the very heart only one’s child and one’s work; and where there is great love of oneself, then it is a sign of pregnancy: thus have I found.
My children are still green in their first spring, standing close together and shaken in common by the winds, the trees of my garden and my best soil.
And truly! Where such trees stand together, there blissful islands are!
But one day I will uproot them and set each one up by itself, that it may learn solitude and defiance and foresight.
Then it shall stand by the sea, gnarled and twisted and with supple hardiness, a living lighthouse of unconquerable life.
Yonder, where storms plunge down into the sea and the mountain’s snout drinks water, there each of them shall one day keep its day and night watch, for its testing and recognition.
It shall be tested and recognized, to see whether it is of my kind and my race - whether it is master of a protracted will, silent even when it speaks, and giving in such a way that in giving it takes -
that it may one day be my companion and a fellow-creator and fellow-rejoicer of Zarathustra - such a one as inscribes my will upon my tablets: for the greater perfection of all things.
And for its sake, and for those like it, must I perfect myself: therefore I now avoid my happiness and offer myself to all unhappiness - for my ultimate testing and recognition..
To desire - that now means to me: to have lost myself. I possess you, my children! In this possession all should be certainty and nothing desire..

.Thus spake Zarathustra.

A man like Zarathustra is almost a gardener, looking after people with love and care and waiting for the time when they will be able to bring forth flowers and fruits.

Consciousness has its own flowering, but most of the people go on living like robots, not even thinking about the immense possibilities of consciousness and its growth. You don’t get it just by being born. Birth brings you life; now it is up to you to transform your life energies into a higher phenomenon - that of consciousness.

Consciousness is exactly like a flower. And unless your inner being blossoms, you will never feel contented, never feel fulfilled, because your seed remains just a seed. The seed is the imprisonment of thousands of flowers. The seed has to be broken; the seed has to merge into the soil so that those flowers which are hidden in it as a potential, start becoming actual.

All great masters are nothing but gardeners of humanity. So is Zarathustra. He is talking to himself:

O afternoon of my life! What have I not given away that I might possess one thing: this living plantation of my thoughts and this dawn of my highest hope!
Once the creator sought companions and children of his hope: and behold, it turned out that he could not find him, except he first create them himself.

He is saying that once he was looking for the superman, wandering amongst the valleys where humanity lives with a searching eye, that there may be someone who has attained his potential, who has transcended being a man and has become a superman. But he failed; he could not find a single man who has transcended himself.

And in the afternoon of his life he has realized the fact that the superman has not to be found somewhere else, you have to create it. The superman is not a finding but a creation, and you have to create it, just the way a gardener creates a beautiful garden.

Once the creator sought companions and children of his hope.

His hope is very single-pointed. And his hope is not only his hope, it is the hope for the whole of humanity. Unless the superman appears, man is doomed. Either man has to create the superman in his consciousness or man’s days are over.

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