Chapter LXVII. The Ugliest Man.

This discourse contains perhaps the boldest of Nietzsche’s suggestions

concerning Atheism, as well as some extremely penetrating remarks upon

the sentiment of pity. Zarathustra comes across the repulsive creature

sitting on the wayside, and what does he do? He manifests the only

correct feelings that can be manifested in the presence of any great

misery—that is to say, shame, reverence, embarrassment. Nietzsche

detested the obtrusive and gushing pity that goes up to misery without

a blush either on its cheek or in its heart—the pity which is only

another form of self-glorification. “Thank God that I am not like

thee!”—only this self-glorifying sentiment can lend a well-constituted

man the impudence to SHOW his pity for the cripple and the

ill-constituted. In the presence of the ugliest man Nietzsche

blushes,—he blushes for his race; his own particular kind of

altruism—the altruism that might have prevented the existence of this

man—strikes him with all its force. He will have the world otherwise.

He will have a world where one need not blush for one’s fellows—hence

his appeal to us to love only our children’s land, the land undiscovered

in the remotest sea.

Zarathustra calls the ugliest man the murderer of God! Certainly, this

is one aspect of a certain kind of Atheism—the Atheism of the man who

reveres beauty to such an extent that his own ugliness, which outrages

him, must be concealed from every eye lest it should not be respected as

Zarathustra respected it. If there be a God, He too must be evaded. His

pity must be foiled. But God is ubiquitous and omniscient. Therefore,

for the really GREAT ugly man, He must not exist. “Their pity IS it from

which I flee away,” he says—that is to say: “It is from their want of

reverence and lack of shame in presence of my great misery!” The ugliest

man despises himself; but Zarathustra said in his Prologue: “I love

the great despisers because they are the great adorers, and arrows of

longing for the other shore.” He therefore honours the ugliest man: sees

height in his self-contempt, and invites him to join the other higher

men in the cave.

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