Return to Index  

“God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.”

October 7 2009 at 10:56 AM
Jackie  (Login BlueJudah)
Sufi


Response to Nietzsche said/wrote that God is DEAD!

I don't care about 'Truths', Q!

I just like opinions, after all that is all someone'e ideas can be of concepts.

Nietzsche had a pretty miserable time of it and this would indeed colour his perceptions of God, I would quess! happy.gif

I think you will find that Fred (easier to spell) was talking about God being dead through one of his characters (Madman).


But as a new Nietzsche 'reader', I am sure there is more to this comment than 'mere' comment in a book! Although Fred is often called an atheist, I am not actually finding that so far.


From Madman

" Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place and cried incessantly: I seek God! I seek God! As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated? Thus they yelled and laughed.

The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. Whither is God? he cried. I will tell you. We have killed him you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we not hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. 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 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? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto.

Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern to the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. I have come too early, he said then; my time is not yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light of the stars requires time; deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the most distant stars and yet they have done it themselves.

It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but: What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?


Love and Love
Jackie
happy.gifhappy.gif

 
 Respond to this message