Thus Spake Zarathustra

"Oh great star! What would your happiness be if you did not have us to shine for? "For ten years you have climbed here to my cave: you would have become weary of shining and of the journey, had it not been for me, my eagle, and my serpent. "But we waited for you every morning, took from you your overflow, and blessed you for it. "Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches. "For that I must descend into the depths, as you do in the evening when you go below the sea and bring light also to the underworld, you superabundant star! "Like you, I must descend - as the men, to whom I shall go, call it.