Zarathustra went down alone from the mountain, and no one met him. But when he entered the forest, an old man suddenly appeared before him, abandoning his sacred hut to look for roots in the forest. And so the old man Zarathustra said:
"This traveler is not stranger to me: he was here a few years ago, he was called Zarathustra, but he changed, then you carried your ashes to the mountain, do you really want to carry your fire into the valleys now? Are you not afraid of the punishment of the arsonist?" Yes, I recognize Zarathustra, his gaze is clear, and there is no disgust on his lips, is not it because he is walking like a dancer? Zarathustra was transformed, Zarathustra became a child, Zarathustra woke up: what do you want among the sleeping? As at sea, you lived alone And the sea bore you, alas, do you want to go out on land? to drag your body? "
Zarathustar answers: "I love people."
"Is it not because," said the saint, "I went to the forest and to the desert, was it not because I too loved people? Now I love God: people do not like me. Man is too imperfect for me. would have me. "
Zarathustra replied: "What I said about love, I give people a gift."
