Il6 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, II
Could ye conceive a God ? But let this be for you will unto truth, that all be turned into something conceivable, visible, tangible for men ! Ye should mentally follow your own senses unto their ends.
And what ye called world hath still to be created by you : it shall become your reason, your image, your will, your love itself! And, verily, it would be for your bliss, ye perceiving ones !
How could ye bear life without that hope, ye perceiving ones ? Ye could neither have been born into an inconceivable, nor into an unreasonable world.
But let me reveal unto you my heart entirely, my friends : If there were Gods, how could I bear to be no God ! Consequently there are no Gods.
True, I have drawn that conclusion, but now it draweth me.
God is a supposition, but who could drink all the pain of that supposition without dying ? Is the creator to be bereaved of his belief, and the eagle of his flight into eagle-distances ?
God is a thought which bendeth all that is straight, and turneth round whatever standeth still. How ? Should time have disappeared, and all that is perish- able be a mere lie ?
To think this is a whirling and giddiness for human bones, and a vomiting for the stomach. The giddy- sickness I call it to imagine such things.
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