"Once Zarathustra too cast his delusion beyond humans, like all hinter- worldly. At that time the world seemed to me the work of a suffering and tortured god.
Then the world seemed a dream to me and the fiction of a god; colorful smoke before the eyes of a divine dissatisfied being.
Good and evil and joy and suffering and I and you – colorful smoke it seemed to me before creative eyes. The creator wanted to look away from himself and so he created the world.
It is drunken joy to the suffering one to look away from one’s suffering and to lose oneself. Drunken joy and losing-oneself the world once seemed to me.
This world, the eternally imperfect, the mirror image and imperfect image of an eternal contradiction – a drunken joy to its imperfect creator: thus the world once seemed to me."
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