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Ascolo Parodites
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Thus noble souls, they desire to have nothing gratuitously, least of all, life.
He who is of the populace so wisheth to live, yet we others, however, to who life
hath given herself in affiance -- we are considering what we can best give in return.
Naye.
Verily do I rather give ye this noble dictum which saith:
" Glorificatio, Glorificatio! Disdain thou tegat commissa! Glory is the oldest
aesthetic!"
Seek ye not for guilt, seek ye not for pain, seek ye not for enjoyment, seek ye not for comfort.
Seek ye for hope, and get ye a new faith therefor.
For lacking Hope all seeking is a Faith with vain striving!
Upon the World ye shall give nothing back in return, wherein God holdest himself in affiance with Sin.
For Hope lieth not upon the Affirmation of memories, but upon the Redemption of their impressions!
All ye must do is Hope! And get ye a new faith thereunto!
FOR verily I say unto you, the Glory of God is the only Hope for Man! That is the philosophy of innocence!
Man, thy flesh is not tender, - thy skin is not lamb's skin: - -
For thou art not ashamed to bear the standard of the man of whom Ecce Homo was said,
for thou art guilty of that oldest of humanistic prides, for thou art the all-too-human critic.
Wilst thou seek for guilt and for pain now? When guilt and pain springs from thee?
Therefor I love the ones that do not wish to preserve themselves.
Verily, say I, - believe ye not in the pride of man.
For surely the Pride of Man is but the spring of Guilt and of Pain become overabundant,
such that lacking Hope man's seeking becomes a Faith with vain striving.
Verily, this is what you call Pride.
This thee I asketh: doth time cease, carrying one's thoughts to the fathers of one's fathers?
Naye, for that I abnegateth pride, hath my empathy with man became to outweigh my sympathy for the past.
Therefor I see that the past is not abandoned.
- Is not abandoned to the favor, the spirit and madness of every generation that cometh , and reinterpreteth all that hath been as it's bridge.
For when the blind lead the blind both fall upon the ditch, therefor I believe that now the leader and the led should set still,
whereby all of Time shall be drowned in the shoal.
Therefor as thou disbelievest in the Pride of Man, equally thou disbelieveth in Nobility.
Thus thou askest: "Why then should one live? Since that all is vanity?"
Thus thou sayest: "To live--that is to bestrew, that is to thrash straw; to live--that is to burn oneself and yet to dwell in ashes, and freeze in time of winter seasons."
Oftener has it seemed to me as if such original fulmination of man's Will, to lighten, more and more into Day;
that the Chaotic Night that threatened to engulf him in its hindrances and its horrors, were properly the only grandeur there is in History.
Thus there is much wisdom in the fact that much darkness and filth is there in the world:
loathing itself createth wings, and finds out that obscurity with fountain-divining powers!
Thus, to the clean, all things art not clean. That, however, is not Faith.
In the Angels of the Talmud,--in the Body of Christ, is action annihilated.
For in THEM the Will is taught the reconciliation with time,
for in there superfluity * something higher than reconciliation is.
For it should be, that at the last will, willing shall become not willing, and Will shall save itself.
The 'It Was' is a fragment, a riddle, a dismal accident; but verily I say unto thee that the 'It Abounds' is intelligible.
Verily I say unto thee, so as the psalm is the oldest of aesthetics, do I sing unto thee this fabulous song of madness.
* viz. the miracle of the loaves.
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