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 (doping scandal -ed.) 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?—Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Section 125, tr. Walter Kaufmann
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Hmmmm I LOVE questioneers! Ooh ooh!!
First: How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? Simple: With an ice cold Colt 45. (you tell 'em Billy D.)
Second: 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 (doping scandal -ed.) off us? Uhhh Pontius Piolet?! No seriously, I'll do it.
3.What water is there for us to clean ourselves? Nicole Kidman prefers Evian but due to the evian/nieve thing I choose Fiji.
4.What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? None. Uh have you ever heard of Lent? How about Yom Kippur? Aww shucks, how about a good old human sacrifice?!
5. Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Simply, no.
6.Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
BECOME Gods? Speak for yourself mortal (insert Comicon nerd laugh here)
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