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"In your dying shall your spirit and your virtue still glow, like a sunset around the earth: or else your dying will have turned out badly. Thus would I myself die, that you friends might love the earth more for my sake; and into earth will I turn again, that I might rest in her who bore me. Verily, Zarathustra had a goal, he threw his ball: now you friends are heirs of my goal, to you I throw the golden ball. More than anything I like to see you, my friends, throwing the golden ball! And so I linger a little longer on earth: forgive me for that!"