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My Genius Is In My Nostrils.

Weariness That Wants To Reach The Ultimate With One Leap, With One Fatal Leap, A Poor Ignorant Weariness That Does Not Want To Want Any More: This Created All Gods And Afterworlds.

All Philosophers Make The Common Mistake Of Taking Contemporary Man As Their Starting Point And Of Trying, Through An Analysis Of Him, To[21] Reach A Conclusion. "man" Involuntarily Presents Himself To Them As An Aeterna Veritas As A Passive Element In Every Hurly-burly, As A Fixed Standard Of Things. Yet Everything Uttered By The Philosopher On The Subject Of Man Is, In The Last Resort, Nothing More Than A Piece Of Testimony Concerning Man During A Very Limited Period Of Time.

Though The Favourites Of The Gods Die Young, They Also Live Eternally In The Company Of Gods

His (the Theologian) Basic Instinct Of Self Preservation Forbids Him To Respect Reality At Any Point Or Even To Let It Get A Word In.