There Is An Innocence In Admiration; It

"god", "immortality Of The Soul", "redemption", "beyond" - Without Exception, Concepts To Which I Have Never Devoted Any Attention, Or Time; Not Even As A Child. Perhaps I Have Never Been Childlike Enough For Them? I Do Not By Any Means Know Atheism As A Result; Even Less As An Event: It Is A Matter Of Course With Me, From Instinct. I Am Too Inquisitive, Too Questionable, Too Exuberant To Stand For Any Gross Answer. God Is A Gross Answer, An Indelicacy Against Us Thinkers - At Bottom Merely A Gross Prohibition For Us: You Shall Not Think!

The Thousand Mysteries Around Us Would Not Trouble But Interest Us, If Only We Had Cheerful, Healthy Hearts.

For Those Who Need Consolation No Means Of Consolation Is So Effective As The Assertion That In Their Case No Consolation Is Possible: It Implies So Great A Degree Of Distinction That They At Once Hold Up Their Heads Again.

What Is Good? All That Heightens The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, Power Itself. What Is Bad? All That Is Born Of Weakness. What Is Happiness? The Feeling That Power Is Growing, That Resistance Is Overcome.

Read From A Distant Star, The Majuscule Script Of Our Earthly Existence Would Perhaps Lead To The Conclusion That The Earth Was The Distinctively Ascetic Planet, A Nook Of Disgruntled, Arrogant Creatures Filled With A Profound Disgust With Themselves, At The Earth, At All Life, Who Inflict As Much Pain On Themselves As They Possibly Can Out Of Pleasure In Inflicting Pain Which Is Probably Their Only Pleasure.