A testing and a questioning hath been all my travelling:⁠—and verily, one must also learn to answer such questioning! That, however⁠—is my taste:

—Neither a good nor a bad taste, but my taste, of which I have no longer either shame or secrecy.

“This⁠—is now my way⁠—where is yours?” Thus did I answer those who asked me “the way.” For the way⁠—it doth not exist!

Thus spake Zarathustra.