Nietzsche God Is Dead Novels & Stories

They saw the world as lila, a kind of divine game that God is playing. The individual life forms are obviously not very important in this game. In the sea, most life forms don't survive for more than a few minutes after being born. The human form turns to dust pretty quickly too, and when it is gone it is as if it had never been. Is that tragic or cruel? Only if you create a separate identity for each form, if you forget that its consciousness is God-essence expressing itself in form. But you don't truly know that until you realize your own God-essence as pure consciousness. '

I sigh, attempting to make peace with my lack of knowledge and failing a bit. “Some of the near-Gods are more famous and powerful than others,” Jackson says, a bit absent, getting lost in his thoughts. “Especially the older ones. His two eldest children – and the ones that I think the Goddess your grandmother is most bitter about – are twins. They’re frequently referred to religiously as the God of Death and the Goddess of Life.” “What?” I breathe, fascinated and confused.

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.

“Loyalty. Trust. Nothing more. Stand with me. Walk into the new world by my side, and I will never kneel to anyone.” He opened his arms again, void energy pulsing beneath his skin in dark, violet glows. His hair blew wildly in the wind. The cracked city echoed with his voice. “I am Nihareth. I am not a god. I am what comes after gods.” The silence that followed was thick. Then a man stepped forward. His body was twisted, burned by holy magic in some distant battle. “If what you say is true… if the gods are crumbling… then what comes next?”

she says confidently. “How are you so sure?” Chris wonders aloud. “Because Mei would not exist if he was.” “I don’t follow,” he says confused. “When a God dies, all their power dies with them, meaning everything they ever created; everything their magic touched, reverts to its original state. Basically, if Oshmin was dead all nagata would cease to exist.” Chris gulps and Axel howls as a shudder rocks through me. The thought that my very existence is held in someone else’s hands is terrifying, mostly because it’s something I experienced for most of my life, and I don’t like feeling that way.

“You can’t seriously be trying to revive Egerth, Natalia.” “I don’t see what the issue is here. Resurrecting the original gods was always a part of my plan. Revivin Egerth would come last. I have to first revive Nataroth so she could bring them all to life.” “That doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. All the original gods died with grudes. They have been dead for a long time and have become abstract concepts. If by chance, they were ever revived, the world would be in grave danger.”

is already dead long before you even born? Jeanne & Black - What!? You're lying! Don't you dare blaspheme him even more than you do! Issei - I'm not lying, I don't have the reason to lie to both of you... 'God' is already dead during the great war between the 3 factions a long time ago, the ones who took his place is 1 of his Archangel. Archangel Michael, and if you still think I'm lying then here I shall show you. Then Issei put both of his hands on top of their heads and make them 'see' from his own memory about finding 'God's Death.

Looking at the stars, Memorable mentally spoke to God: "Is God dead?" No, God is alive! God, like the sun, perishes at night, and in the morning God is reborn again. So in man, when sin settles in the soul of man, God dies. When grace settles in a person's soul, God is reborn. His gaze penetrates the Sun. His word is heard in the mountains. His grief is felt in the silence of the funeral. Immortal light reaches the far corners of the universe. The immortal kiss of a woman reaches the forehead of a child. Candles are lit in the Temple when people come to see your face. You hear the incessant prayers for salvation! When will the end of time come? When will your angels sound? When will the dead

he is a cruel and ruthless god who knows no mercy. Do you think that what I say is heresy? Maybe yes, but I also know it's the truth. I have looked out into the other world, into the icy abyss of what some stupid people call the afterlife. I will tell you what death is. Death is the ultimate thief. It is stronger than love and more durable than time. You may wonder if it is possible that someone like me can talk about love. However, believe it or not, I have loved and known love.

"Fuck!" Luis Park muttered as if another hot stew is coming out! Then he yelled! "Argghhhhh!!!!" Far from the scene... "Whew~ I escaped death," God said. He also pitied that ugly animal. "Maybe he is ugly and shameless but he is not that bad? I guess we are not fated to meet, sigh. Poor ugly animal." "This time I can only wait for my death!" The God said mournfully. He vanished in the darkness.