Two Hundred and Seventy One

 What is truth? asked Pilate.  Only those who followed Christ believed the answer to that question was self-evident, and they’re all dead now. 

All gods are dead now, because all those who used to believe in them are dead now.  We worship the state now.  Not the real state, but an idea of the state that’s as insubstantial as a god—and that, too, is dying.

Nietzsche said in all of history there was only one Christian, and he died on the cross.  I agree with those who claim he died voluntarily, but not because he believed his death would save others.  Only a fool believes he can save others by dying for them.  That’s even more foolish than believing we can save others by living for them, as Buddha did.  I think Christ died voluntarily because he realized he could do nothing to save others, and despaired.  He was wiser than Buddha

Nietzsche called Christianity a religion for slaves, but all religions are for slaves.  And whatever we worship—science or art, money or the state—no longer consoles us for the knowledge that we’re all slaves, the most foolish of whom imagine they’re masters.  So we despair.