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WRITING GOD'S OBITUARY/

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WRITING   GOD'S OBITUARY IS A BOOK  BY    ANTHONY B. PINN/HE   WAS  A   PREACHER   ,NOW  A   ATHEIST,AUTHOR,PROFESSOR,  HUMANITARIAN..HE  SAYS     RELIGION  IS  NOT    NEEDED   TO  SOLVE     PROBLEMS/MY OPINION,/ATHEIST  DON'T  ALWAYS  MEAN  NON  BELIEVERS   IN  GOD,  PREACHERS,  MINISTERS    ARE  CORRUPT,   YOU  CANNOT    BELIEVE   THEM./.FEW  PREACHERS  LIVE  BY  TEN  COMMANDMENTS/THERE  IS  A  CRIME  SHOW  THAT  COMES  ON    SINISTER   MINISTERS,ABOUT   PREACHERS  WHO    KILL,  HAVE    WOMEN   ON THE  SIDE     THEY  HAVE  SEX  WITH,THEY  STEAL/WHITE  AND  BLACK  PREACHERS  ARE  IN  PRISON,  INTERESTING  THE  RELIGIOUS  BLACK  PEOPLE    DO  NOT  SPEAK   OF   THIS////SUPPORTING   CORRUPT    PREACHERS....SOME  PEOPLE    BELIEVE  OF  A  UNIVERSE  CREATOR,  BUT  GET  STRENGHT    AND  FAITH   FROM WITHIN  ONE'S SELF/SOME  PEOPLE  THINK  THERE  GOD  WANTS  THIS  COUNTRY  FOR  THERE RACE  ONLY.REASON  FOR  SLAVERY    AND      SEGREGATION./BLACK  RELIGIOUS   SEEM  UN AWARE  THAT  THE  CHRISTIAN   NEO  NAZI PLANNED  TO  MAKE   THIS  COUNTRY  ALL WHITE,.2008,THEY  WERE  PLANNING  TO   ASSASSINATE   CANDIDATE  AND   PRESIDENT  BARACK   OBAMA,BLOW UP   A  BLACK  SCHOOL   AND   KILL  A  LOT  OF  BLACK   PEOPLE///////WHAT   IS  BEING  TAUGHT  ABOUT  GOD   IN  CHURCHES,    AND SCHOOLS/////CHRISTIANS  ACT  LIKE  ATHEIST,EVERYDAY, NON BELIEVERS/////.

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Friedrich Nietzsche, The Parable of the Madman (1882)

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. "I have come too early," he said then; "my time is not yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light of the stars requires time; deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than most distant stars -- and yet they have done it themselves.

 

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?"

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