II

Then, however, did it come to pass that Zarathustra, astonished at such merely roguish answers, jumped back to the door of his cave, and turning towards all his guests, cried out with a strong voice:

“O ye wags, all of you, ye buffoons! Why do ye dissemble and disguise yourselves before me!

“How the hearts of all of you convulsed with delight and wickedness, because ye had at last become again like little children⁠—namely, pious⁠—

“⁠—Because ye at last did again as children do⁠—namely, prayed, folded your hands and said ‘good God’!

“But now leave, I pray you, this nursery, mine own cave, where today all childishness is carried on. Cool down, here outside, your hot child-wantonness and heart-tumult!

“To be sure: except ye become as little children ye shall not enter into that kingdom of heaven.” (And Zarathustra pointed aloft with his hands.)

“But we do not at all want to enter into the kingdom of heaven: we have become men⁠—so we want the kingdom of earth.”