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{Wednesday, February 09, 2011 . }

THE 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 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 on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out...

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?"

Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science (1882, 1887)

This has got to be one of the hardest parable i ever come across. No shit. I would never thought that it was a linkage between atheism and life. Who knew.

Tags: Default denial is kinda stupid


theribking blogged on 10:33 pm

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{Friday, February 04, 2011 . }



For the ladies!!!

This song has some really sick tunes... And i'm loving it. So soul pop. So different from Mandopop or K-pop or pop.

Angela McCluskey voice and vocals are really getting onto me! Want to watch her live in a gig in Singapore! Sick tunes by brilliant minds with creative nothingness but only the result of a honest heart.

Chinese New Year (CNY) is fun. Ya, fun. I mean, how much more can it get? Oh! Summer changed his name to kyle. Sexy.... Timothy is getting married at RWS. Nice.... Cheryl is favoured by my father. What to do?....

Tags: Perfume genius


theribking blogged on 11:29 pm

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-New mp3, best for it to be a Ipod nano
-More money (duh)
-Rock climbing shoes!
-A new guitar, either Maestro, Takamine, SX or yamaha.Best for it to be semi-acoustic black with black and white strings
-Excel in all my studies and works, try to get 3.8GPA and above
-To rock the ass of DFST/FT/2A01
-K-Pop, K-Indie and Indie is just a-awesome fine
Most importantly, I JUST WANT TO BE RUPTURED INTO GOD'S ARM!!!!!






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