In Loneliness, The Lonely One Eats Himself;

He Who Despises Himself Esteems Himself As A Self-despiser.

On The Tree, Future, We Build Our Nest; And In Our Solitude Eagles Shall Bring Us Nourishment In Their Beaks!

Indeed, At Hearing The News That 'the Old God Is Dead', We Philosophers And 'free Spirits' Feel Illuminated By A New Dawn; Our Heart Overflows With Gratitude, Amazement, Forebodings, Expectation - Finally The Horizon Seems Clear Again, Even If Not Bright; Finally Our Ships May Set Out Again, Set Out To Face Any Danger; Every Daring Of The Lover Of Knowledge Is Allowed Again; The Sea, Our Sea, Lies Open Again; Maybe There Has Never Been Such An 'open Sea'.

One Often Contradicts An Opinion When What Is Uncongenial Is Really The Tone In Which It Was Conveyed.

I Cannot Believe In A God Who Wants To Be Praised All The Time.