—Ready for myself and for my most hidden Will: a bow eager for its arrow, an arrow eager for its star:⁠—

—A star, ready and ripe in its noontide, glowing, pierced, blessed, by annihilating sun-arrows:⁠—

—A sun itself, and an inexorable sun-will, ready for annihilation in victory!

O Will, thou change of every need, my needfulness! Spare me for one great victory!⁠⸺

Thus spake Zarathustra.