310 - The Gay Science

Will and wave.-- How greedily this wave approaches, as if it were after something! How it crawls with terrifying haste into the inmost nooks of this labrynthine cliff! It seems that it is trying to anticipate someone; it seems that something of value, high value, must be hidden there.--And now it comes back, a little more slowly but still quite white with excitement; is it disappointed? Has it found what it looked for? Does it pretend to be disappointed?--But already another wave is approaching, still more greedily and savagely than the first, and its soul too, seems to be full of secrets and the lust to dig up treasures. Thus live waves--thus live we who will--more I shall not say.

So? You mistrust me? You are angry with me, you beautiful monsters? Are you afraid that I might give away your whole secret? Well, be angry with me, arch your dangerous green bodies as high as you can, raise a wall between me and the sun--as you are doing now! Truly, even now nothing remains of the world but green twilight and green lightning. Carry on as you like, roaring with overweening pleasure and malice--or dive again, pouring your emeralds down into the deepest depths, and throw your infinite white mane of foam and spray over them: Everything suits me, for everything suits you so well, and I am so well-disposed toward you for everything; how could I think of betraying you? For--mark my word!--I know you and your secret, I know your kind! You and I--are we not of one kind?--You and I--do we not have one secret?