You Perhaps Now Know That Desire Reduces

The Truth Is Paradoxical To The Extent Of Being Exactly Contrary To The Usual Perception.

A Man Who Finds Himself Among Others Is Irritated Because He Does Not Know Why He Is Not One Of The Others. In Bed Next To A Girl He Loves, He Forgets That He Does Not Know Why He Is Himself Instead Of The Body He Touches. Without Knowing It, He Suffers From The Mental Darkness That Keeps Him From Screaming That He Himself Is The Girl Who Forgets His Presence While Shuddering In His Arms.

Philosophy Finds Itself To Be No Longer Anything But The Heir To A Fabulous Mystical Theology, But Missing A God And Wiping The Slate Clean.

The Sacred Demands The Violation Of What Is Normally The Object Of Terrified Respect.

In The Helter-skelter Of This Book, I Didn't Develop My Views As Theory. In Fact, I Even Believe That Efforts Of That Kind Are Tainted With Ponderousness. Nietzsche Wrote "with His Blood," And Criticizing, Or, Better, Experiencing Him Means Pouring Out One's Lifeblood. It Was Only With My Life That I Wrote The Nietzsche Book That I Had Planned.