Sacrifice Is Nothing Other Than The Production

To Others, The Universe Seems Decent Because Decent People Have Welded Eyes. That Is Why They Fear Lewdness. They Are Never Frightened By The Crowing Of A Rooster Or When Strolling Under A Starry Heaven. In General, People Savor The "pleasures Of The Flesh" Only On The Condition That They May Be Insipid.

The Power Of Death Signifies That This Real World Can Only Have A Neutral Image Of Life, That Life's Intimacy Does Not Reveal It's Dazzling Consumption Until The Moment It Gives Out.

Indeed, The Direction Of The Future Is Only There In Order To Elude Us.

Thought Does Not Ennoble Us And Neither Does It Differentiate Humans From Other Animals.

In The Helter-skelter Of This Book, I Didn't Develop My Views As Theory. In Fact, I Even Believe That Efforts Of That Kind Are Tainted With Ponderousness. Nietzsche Wrote "with His Blood," And Criticizing, Or, Better, Experiencing Him Means Pouring Out One's Lifeblood. It Was Only With My Life That I Wrote The Nietzsche Book That I Had Planned.