The Anarchist And The Christian

God Is Dead. God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers? What Was Holiest And Mightiest Of All That The World Has Yet Owned Has Bled To Death Under Our Knives: Who Will Wipe This Blood Off Us? What Water Is There For Us To Clean Ourselves? What Festivals Of Atonement, What Sacred Games Shall We Have To Invent? Is Not The Greatness Of This Deed Too Great For Us? Must We Ourselves Not Become Gods Simply To Appear Worthy Of It?

With The Unknown, One Is Confronted With Danger, Discomfort, And Care; The First Instinct Is To Abolish These Painful States. First Principle: Any Explanation Is Better Than None. . . . The Causal Instinct Is Thus Conditional Upon, And Excited By, The Feeling Of Fear. The "why?" Shall, If At All Possible, Not Give The Cause For Its Own Sake So Much As For A Particular Kind Of Cause -- A Cause That Is Comforting, Liberating, And Relieving.

Only Great Pain Is, As The Teacher Of Great Suspicion, The Ultimate Liberator Of The Spirit...i Doubt Whether Such Pain Improves Us-but I Do Know It Deepens Us.

One Is Honest About Oneself Either With A Sense Of Shame Or With Vanity.

A Change Of Values - That Means, A Change Of The Creators Of Values. He Who Has To Be A Creator Always Has To Destroy.