Nietzsche About God Novels & Stories

I waited for her to speak but when she said nothing, I decided to talk to her. " Do you know a god called Nifrem?" I asked, and she scrunched up her face. " Who is asking?' She said, sounding a bit irritated. " Me," I confessed. " Why?" She asked. " Because he is the god that is after me," I told her, and she nodded slowly. " You must be careful Ellis, he is the god of rot and decay," she said. " Is there anything else you can tell me about him other than what I already know?" I asked, and she sighed, ready to speak.

Cicero was able to tear the void open all by himself at the time, but only God was capable of tearing an opening in the space. Was that guy already a God at that time? “I believe Senior Spartacus would have been a God sixty years ago if he had been born in the era before the Thaeria Dynasty. His power should have been suppressed by our world. I’m afraid that we will suffer the same fate as Senior Spartacus.” Something suddenly occurred to Tyr. “Is it because the books can help us break through the suppression of our world. Therefore, the collection of all five books can make someone a God?”

“There is no such thing as absolute. All have flaws in the eyes of others. Even the gods are flawed.” I looked at him with surprise. “You believe in the gods?” “I am born of one,” he replied. “An evil one, no doubt,” I said without thinking. “No god is truly evil,” he said with surprising patience. “It is how their deeds are perceived that make them good or evil. Nothing more.” “Did being overthrown and banished to this place turn your goodness into evilness in the eyes of the society and the rest of humanity?” I boldly asked. “Is that what turned you into a soul collector?”

This is the most ridiculous question he ever heard about him as a God of war. “What? Why do I want to do that? I’m a god of war, not an idiot god who has a screw loose in the head like those evil gods such as the god of slaughter, the god of the massacre. Hell, even they didn’t have a self-destructive tendency to destroy themselves and their followers by putting themselves in conflict with a strong god who they fully knew could kill them with one slap. Do I look like a masochist to you?” Mars asks back with a face that has the word “What the hell are you talking about?” over all of his faces.

"I ran away once, I decided to go when I lost hope in my life. Keith, I'm sorry! But I don't want to make you an escape. You're a special man, because of that ..." "Shhh ... don't say that again, I beg you! I don't want to be special if I can't have you. I don't care about this world, I only want you!" "How can you have me when this world perishes, Keith? don't you care about the fate of all those who await help?" "You are too naive, Nathania! you are not a god who is responsible for the lives of all beings in this world. Let that task be the responsibility of the gods and also your stubborn brother!"

But you don't truly know that until you realize your own God-essence as pure consciousness. I don't believe in god. As I watch the sobbing woman try to hold Alice in her arms but failing miserably , I realise once again how absurd the idea of god is to me . I can't speak for other people but I refuse to believe that someone out there exists who wishes our welfare and is capable of doing something about it yet chooses to stand by and observe the obscenity that unfolds . If such a god exists . Then what's the point ? I look over at their faces . They looked the same as me .

How did she know about their boss? "He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a monster And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." ---Frederick Nietzsche

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not doing you a favor. I just want my body back alive.” Like what I’ve thought. I don’t expect any concern from him. “I dreamed about something. It was a nightmare,” I said while staring blankly at the ocean. “Let me guess. Did I die? Because that’s a nightmare, not for me but for the world. This planet lacks competent people like me.” “Everything is not all about you. You should create your own world so I could accept that you’re a God.” There was silence after I said those words. Maybe Wagner realized I wasn’t joking around.

Alexa was once a human until she became an object—a sex doll, to be precise. And Jean was born an object; he wanted to be treated as a decent human being. And for that reason, he personally hates his God. "God was dead. I have murdered him," he said frequently, quoting Nietzsche's most famous line. Jean hated his God. And he often cried at night, wondering why God had created him only to make him suffer. He came to the conclusion that God actually did not exist.

- Your story is incredible, but as you told me before the interview, the miracles in your life are not over. - True. Then I read Immanuel Kant's Critique of pure Reason, in which he expressed the idea that there is a world-for-us, and there is a world-in-itself. Then I understood what Immanuel Kant was saying, that God is in the world-in-itself. I wrote in my book about the "Kant Limit". About the limit beyond which God exists, and sometimes he appears in the right place and time in a person's life. He also appeared in my life in the right place and at the right time. - Thank you very much for the interview. Recording is over.