In The End We Love

In The Stream.- Mighty Waters Draw Much Stone And Rubble Along With Them; Mighty Spirits Many Stupid And Bewildered Heads.

Wherever Primitive Man Put Up A Word, He Believed He Had Made A Discovery. How Utterly Mistaken He Really Was! He Had Touched A Problem, And While Supposing He Had Solved It, He Had Created And Obstacle To Its Solution. Now, With Every New Knowledge We Stumble Over Flint-like And Petrified Words And, In So Doing, Break A Leg Sooner Than A Word.

In The Mountains, The Shortest Way Is From Peak To Peak: But For That You Must Have Long Legs

Creating-that Is The Great Salvation From Suffering.

On All The Walls, Wherever Walls Exist, I Will Inscribe This Eternal Indictment Of Christianity--i Have Letters To Make Even Blindmen See.... I Call Christianity The Single Great Curse, The Single Great Innermost Depravity, The Single Great Instinct Of Revenge, For Which No Means Is Poisonous, Secretive, Subterranean, Small Enough--i Call It Mankind's Single Immortal Blemish.... And We Reckon Time From The Dies Nefastus With Which This Calamity Arose--following Christianity's First Day!--why Not Following Its Last Day, Instead?--following Today?--transvaluation Of All Values!