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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?
any theory predicting the behaviour of humans en-masse (what they "need" or what they'll always do) has to take that into account.
If we have desconstructed everything, we should be using the rubble to build something new out of all that came before.I may have my artistic movements all messed up, wasn't that the point of Modernism? "These fragments I have shored against my ruins" and all that?
find a new moral framework that can generally be agreed upon, or allow a collapse of civilization.
I do aspire to be more than a fleshy bag of meat and brain-chemicals, though.
I do aspire to be more than a fleshy bag of meat and brain-chemicals, though.
But that is what you are. Tat tvam asi.