Nietzsche Is Wrong and the Jews Killed Jesus

[Impious]

@manic

Actually, I’d hazzard a guess that at the time Nietzsche wrote it, God was dead.

That “God is dead” statement is nothing more than the report that statistically, europe was losing faith in religion and accepting science as an authority.

If you try to make any more sense out of the statement than that, you are going to be as confused as the people who still believe in God. Because “God” is a meaningless concept…so are any polemics about it.

OK. Consider the following:

@Impious

@capslockf9

It is a pattern of thought. And thought has created states- be they nations or religions.

… "A state, is called the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly lieth it also;
and this lie creepeth from its mouth: “I, the state, am the people.”
… " There, where the state ceaseth–there only commenceth the man who is not
superfluous: there commenceth the song of the necessary ones, the single
and irreplaceable melody.

There, where the state CEASETH–pray look thither, my brethren! Do ye not
see it, the rainbow and the bridges of the Superman?–" …

Thus spake Zarathustra.

LOL you saved me posting it. But I would have included the bit at the beginning about there no longer being peoples where he is, only states. Which, by the way, is not true of Australia- we are a land of peoples (and of a variety of problams as a consequence, some would say).

A people: An ethnic group that shares a common truth. God is alive.
The state: A form that denies all such truths. God is dead. Warning: Not for spiritual people unless there’s lots of crazies like Zealot around.

‘It is not their love for man but impotence of their love for man that stops them from- burning us.’ - Nietzsche. And their love of man was impotent because the state was supreme.

And

@Christian

[size=150]1 [/size]Keep these truths close to your heart: Although the Jewry are His eternal home, God resides amongst all peoples and the animals too. There shines the light of the seven flames of God and angels sing The Song of Yes and Amen. [size=85]2 [/size]Every creator is god-like but the greatest aspect of God is the pure creator, and thus is a great man’s spirit when he lacks his people. [size=85]3 [/size]And his people are like mountains for mountains are the pastures of great prophets. [size=85]4 [/size]And if the state should ever encroach then his people should flee to other lands rather than become one with it, and he should join them rather than become a lonely tower of God.

At the time Nietzsche wrote ‘God is dead’, there were only states where he was living (Europe), no peoples or herds. Currently in Europe it seems that there are also only states. What’s gone on in the meantime, I’m not sure. In the US and Australia, on the other hand, there still exist an assortment of different peoples and herds. If we start burning people that might change though.

[Eclipse]

Do the christians think that Jesus has incarnated again? This is a good thing if so, because then in about 50 years now we can all shove it in their faces that they were wrong.

[manic]

because then in about 50 years now we can all shove it in their faces that they were wrong.

Yeah, it’s the same old song and dance:

Theologist: “lightening strikes! God is angry! We must repent!”

Scientist: “No dude, that was electricity in the sky.”

Theologist: “Well then, God is the electricity!”

Scientist: “No dude, electricity is charged particles.”

Theologist: “Ummm…God is the charged particles then?”

Or:

Theologist: “The world is only 6,000 years old!”

Scientist: “No dude, it is much older than that.”

Theologist: “Carbon dating is flawed, and the dinosaur bones were put here to trick us!”

Scientist: “A flawed scientific method is still better than a non-falsifiable theory.”

Theologist: “I don’t understand.”

Scientist: “Of course you don’t…which is why I’m the scientist and you, the idiot.”

[Drift]

@Smears

I went into a church yesterday for the first time since Easter of 1996. I have never been so afraid of a mob mentality as I was at the time. The dude in the front would say, “HE HAS RISEN”, then all the people in the church would say, “HE HAS RISEN INDEED” in a monotonous unison.

It really freaked me out.

Besides that, I found out that Nietzsche was wrong, because God isn’t dead, (I suspect that the preacher hadn’t really read that much Nietzsche). And also, that the jews killed Jesus.

Interesting to think about what these people must do with the rest of thier time.

Very strange indeed.

Does anyone care to share a similar experience?

i’ve seen it before, and cant remember what church(s) have that synchronised yelling or whatever.
at the time i wondered how they could know to yell like that all at once or what to yell. i still dont know.

i also find the title of this thread correct.

by the way smears, since you posted this near easter or march 22, can u tell me if they had any bread or wine present and what they did with it?

[Mr_Reasonable]

I had wine after the church with lunch.

[Drift]

@Smears

I had wine after the church with lunch.

was it served by the church services though? in any special way?

[Mr_Reasonable]

No. Is that where you go to church and get wine and a cracker sometimes? My friend does that. I think it’s weird.

[F.W.Nietzsche]

Outside of going to midnight mass with my cousin over 15 years ago, I can’t remember the last time I was at a church service. I was very happy when my parents stopped going to church when I was young, so that I didn’t have to attend either.

[matty]

Will saw her hands pressing against the crystal, trying to reach to the angel and comfort him; because he was so old, and he was terrified, crying like a baby and cowering away into the lowest corner.
“He must be so old - I’ve never seen anyone suffering like that - oh, Will, can’t we let him out?”
Will cut through the crystal in one movement and reached in to help the angel out. Demented and powerless, the aged being could only weep and mumble in fear and pain and misery, and he shrank away from what seemed like yet another threat.
“It’s all right,” Will said, “we can help you hide, at least. Come on, we won’t hurt you.”
The shaking hand seized his and feebly held on. The old one was uttering a wordless groaning whimper that went on and on, and grinding his teeth, and compulsively plucking at himself with his free hand; but as Lyra reached in too to help him out, he tried to smile, and to bow, and his ancient eyes deep in their wrinkles blinked at her with innocent wonder.
Between them they helped the ancient of days out of his crystal cell; it wasn’t hard, for he was as light as paper, and he would have followed them anywhere, having no will of his own, and responding to simple kindness like a flower to the sun. But in the open air there was nothing to stop the wind from damaging him, and to their dismay his form began to loosen and dissolve. Only a few moments later he had vanished completely, and their last impression was of those eyes, blinking in wonder, and a sigh of the most profound and exhausted relief.

Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass