“I leave to thee, loveliest Wälsung,
Gladly my heritage now.
To the ever-young
In gladness yieldeth the god!”
These wise words contain, in fact, the saving thought. It is not the mother who has placed the poisonous worm in our path, but our libido itself wills to complete the course of the sun to mount from morn to noon, and, passing beyond noon, to hasten towards evening, not at war with itself, but willing the descent and the end.[[785]]
Nietzsche’s Zarathustra teaches:
“I praise thee, my death, the free death, which comes to me because I want it.
“And when shall I want it?
“He who has a goal and an heir wants death at the proper time for his goal and his heir.
“And this is the great noonday, when man in the middle of his course stands between man and superman, and celebrates his path towards evening as his highest hope: because it is the path to a new morning.