“Sing and bubble over, O Zarathustra, heal thy soul with new lays: that thou mayest bear thy great fate, which hath not yet been anyone’s fate!

“For thine animals know it well, O Zarathustra, who thou art and must become: behold, thou art the teacher of the eternal return ⁠—that is now thy fate!

“That thou must be the first to teach this teaching⁠—how could this great fate not be thy greatest danger and infirmity!

“Behold, we know what thou teachest: that all things eternally return, and ourselves with them, and that we have already existed times without number, and all things with us.

“Thou teachest that there is a great year of Becoming, a prodigy of a great year; it must, like a sandglass, ever turn up anew, that it may anew run down and run out:⁠—