For answer, we might point once more to the Superman. For him we kill pity in our hearts; for him, and not for spoils, is the battle fought. Surely the conqueror is conquered and his winnings cannot warm a grave. It is for the sake of them that come after that the costly struggle is maintained. Every fighter should know this; it should fire his heart and give him courage to be hard. “Higher than the love of thy nearest stands the love of those most remote from thee, thine offspring, the far future man. Higher than the love of thy kind is for me the love of a Shadow. This Shadow that runs before thee is more beautiful than thou; why dost thou not give him thy flesh and thy bones?” But this Superman? Can things stop with him? Is he really a goal? Or only a transition, a bridge to the super-superman? Has evolution really changed the situation that Schopenhauer depicts? In the endless flux can one find a purpose that abides? This phrase--the endless flux--brings us to one of the strangest phases of Nietzsche’s doctrine. One who, with Schopenhauer, has deeply questioned the evidence of purpose, the harmony of purposes in this world of ours, one who has groped in the night of things for that which might inspire one’s will to live has perhaps been caught by the great idea of evolution, has perhaps cried with Nietzsche, “I will live and struggle for to-morrow.” Then, to such an one, the old questioning spirit returns as it is bound to return to men who think. The morrow of to-morrow looms up before him; the eternal flux of to-morrows stretches itself out and loses itself in a vague “Whither?” If now this one turn to Nietzsche for an answer, he receives one certainly; but, surely, a mocking one! “I preach,” cries Nietzsche, “the Wiederkunft.” One day Zarathustra and his Dwarf come to a certain portal. “Look on this portal, Dwarf. It has two faces; two ways come together here which no man has traveled to the end. “This long road back of us measures an eternity. And that long road before us--that is another eternity. “They are opposed, these two ways; they meet each other head-on and it is here at this portal that they come together. The name of this portal is written over it; it is the _‘Now.’_ “But if one were to follow one of these roads further, and always further,--thinkest thou, Dwarf, they would always be opposed? “Look upon this _‘Now’!_ From this portal there runs a long way back; behind us lies an eternity. “Must not all things that can come to pass already have passed along this road? Must not everything that can happen already have happened and run its course? “And if all things already have come to pass, what thinkest thou, Dwarf, of this _‘Now’?_ Must not this portal have been here before? And are not all things in such wise fast knotted together that this _‘Now’_ drags with it all things to come? That, consequently, it drags itself back again?