John Blogger Killed God

Today, (Sunday, April 11, 2010) marked the end of a long criminal trial here at New York City. John Blogger has been found guilty of murdering God. The courtroom was shocked as the jury delivered its verdict. Outrage in the justice building ensued as shouts from the audience broke the stunned silence after the verdict was read. Some relayed joy at having finally resolved this historical ordeal. Others cried in anger, shouting for a retrial with accusations of inadequate evidence, namely the body never being discovered. Blogger, nonetheless, was seen looking relieved at the verdict as he was carried away from the courtroom. He received life in prison without possibility of parole. Groups of people flooded the streets afterward and began chanting, “We are free! We are free!” A single mother exiting the scene paused slightly when asked her opinion. She said, “What’s left for me beyond the grave. I have no hope.” As for the distant masses, and the onlookers following the story from home, it is now left up to them to come to terms with what this means for them. John’s father walked the four blocks from the courtroom to his hotel keeping his gaze fixed on the sidewalk. When prompted for a comment he replied, “Why would he waste his life this way? Murder is a serious crime. Then again, why even send him to prison with God dead? Are not we released from any morality we owed to him?” Reporting live from New York City, this is Christian Smith.

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Confessions of a Madman

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Concentrate on the four small dots in the middle of the picture for 30 – 40 secs. Then look at any smooth single coloured surface near you (wall, paper,…). You will see a circle of light developing. Now blink your eyes a couple of times and you will see an image emerging. Do you recognize the image ?

The Mad Man

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’m looking for God, I’m looking for God!” As many of those who did not believe in God were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. “Why, did he get lost?” 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 immigrated?” Thus they yelled and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances.

“Whither is God?” he cried. “I shall tell you. We have killed him—you and I. All of us are 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 it’s sun? Whither is is moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? 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 and more night coming on 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 yet of God’s decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, the murderers of all murderers, comfort ourselves? What was holiest and most powerful 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 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 will be born after us—forsake of this deed, he will be part of 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 and went out…

It has been related further, that on the same day, the madman entered diverse churches and there sang his “requiem aeternam deo.” Led out and called to account, he is said to have replied each time, “What are these churches now, if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?”

 

-Friedrich Nietzsche

 

“God is dead, Marx is dead, I’m not feeling to well myself.” –Unknown

 

If God is dead, it would have far reaching effects in all facets of life. War and madness would be on the rise, and certainly today we have much more of both. Hitler used Nietzsche’s philosophies as reasons to extricate his country of the weak and inferior. Hitler presented copies of Nietzsche’s works to Mussolini. If you follow the end result of taking the presence of God out of human existence, what is the end result. The last eleven years of his life, Nietzsche went insane. Let’s take this philosophy to its ultimate end. You, the reader, follow this thought and bring it to its full maturity. When you have the answer, please comment here.