All Truth Is Crooked, Time Itself Is

The Condition That Gives Birth To A Rule Is Not The Same As The Condition To Which The Rule Gives Birth.

But Thought Is One Thing, The Deed Is Another, And The Image Of The Deed Still Another: The Wheel Of Causality Does Not Roll Between Them.

But Say, My Brothers, What Can The Child Do That Even The Lion Could Not Do? Why Must The Preying Lion Still Become A Child? The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Sacred 'yes.' For The Game Of Creation, My Brothers, A Sacred 'yes' Is Needed: The Spirit Now Wills His Own Will, And He Who Had Been Lost To The World Now Conquers His Own World.

Indeed, At Hearing The News That 'the Old God Is Dead', We Philosophers And 'free Spirits' Feel Illuminated By A New Dawn; Our Heart Overflows With Gratitude, Amazement, Forebodings, Expectation - Finally The Horizon Seems Clear Again, Even If Not Bright; Finally Our Ships May Set Out Again, Set Out To Face Any Danger; Every Daring Of The Lover Of Knowledge Is Allowed Again; The Sea, Our Sea, Lies Open Again; Maybe There Has Never Been Such An 'open Sea'.

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!