Nietzsche About God Novels & Stories

He nodded slowly. “Yes. That too.” A quiet moment passed. Then I spoke again. “If the Architect exists inside the code…” Death finished the thought. “Then the protocol is more than a program.” “It is consciousness.” “Yes.” Kieran’s eyes darkened. “And we are fighting a god that hides inside logic.” “Yes.” I whispered, “A god with no body.” Kieran added quietly, “And no mercy.” The Newborn God suddenly shifted. His voice trembled slightly. “I feel something.” My head snapped toward him.

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

“You don’t have to worry, I won’t… sully you with my dirty, used up cu-” “Mara!” Johnathan snaps. “That’s not what I’m saying. Don’t talk about yourself like that.” He’s genuinely upset. “I don’t think that about you. Don’t ever, ever say that again. My God.” “Why do you always call on God and not the Goddess?” I ask, hoping that a change of topic will make him less angry. “God is all of them,” Johnathan says, “all the gods. That’s why I use it. And don’t try to change the subject. I’m not that gullible.”

Just being able to eat at a table again instead of on the cold floor is a small achievement. “We have a few,” he answers vaguely. — Gods of war and peace. Gods of desire, hate and love. And a wolf god who created everyone else because he was tired of being alone in the sky. The impression of your voice makes me curious. — Don't you believe in your gods? The Prince takes a long pause. He seems to reflect on something at the bottom of his glass.