That the lonesome height may not forever remain lonesome and self-sufficing; that the mountains may come to the valleys and the winds of the heights to the plains:⁠—

Oh, who could find the right prenomen and honouring name for such longing! “Bestowing virtue”⁠—thus did Zarathustra once name the unnamable.

And then it happened also⁠—and verily, it happened for the first time!⁠—that his word blessed selfishness , the wholesome, healthy selfishness, that springeth from the powerful soul:⁠—

—From the powerful soul, to which the high body appertaineth, the handsome, triumphing, refreshing body, around which everything becometh a mirror:

—The pliant, persuasive body, the dancer, whose symbol and epitome is the self-enjoying soul. Of such bodies and souls the self-enjoyment calleth itself “virtue.”