Stupid As A Man, Say

In Christianity Neither Morality Nor Religion Come Into Contact With Reality At Any Point.

He Who Has Attained The Freedom Of Reason To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth - And Not Even As A Traveler Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing. But He Certainly Wants To Observe And Keep His Eyes Open To Whatever Actually Happens In The World; Therefore He Cannot Attach His Heart Too Firmly To Anything Individual; He Must Have In Himself Something Wandering That Takes Pleasure In Change And Transitoriness.

You Know These Things As Thoughts, But Your Thoughts Are Not Your Experiences, They Are An Echo And After-effect Of Your Experiences: As When Your Room Trembles Whe Na Carriage Goes Past. I However Am Sitting In The Carriage, And Often I Am The Carriage Itself. Ina Man Who Thinks Like This, The Dichotomy Between Thinking And Feeling, Intellect And Passion, Has Really Disappeared. He Feels His Thoughts. He Can Fall In Love With An Idea. An Idea Can Make Him Ill.

Without Passions You Have No Experience Whatever.

I Want To Learn More And More To See As Beautiful What Is Necessary In Things; Then I Shall Be One Of Those Who Make Things Beautiful. Amor Fati: Let That Be My Love Henceforth! I Do Not Want To Wage War Against What Is Ugly. I Do Not Want To Accuse; I Do Not Even Want To Accuse Those Who Accuse. Looking Away Shall Be My Only Negation. And All In All And On The Whole: Some Day I Wish To Be Only A Yes-sayer.