the reason a man would come down from his hills

"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 am looking for God! I am looking for God!'- As many of those who did not believe in God were standing together there he excited considerable laughter. 'Have you lost him then?' Said one. 'Did he lose his way like a child?' said another. 'Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? or emigrated?'- Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances. 'Where has God gone?' he cried. 'I shall tell you. WE have killed him- you and I. We are all his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as though through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is more and more night not coming all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything of God's decomposition?- gods too decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, the murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was holiest and mighteiest of all the the worlds has yet possessed has bled to death under our knices= who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed to great for us? Must not we ourselves become gods simply to seem worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed= and whoever shall be born after us, for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto.'"


think about things before you chisel them paper, and this happens