Luca

“So, the only use of God is to confirm innocence, and to my mind religion is more a great laundering operation, which is what it was, briefly, for barely three years, and at the time it wasn’t called religion. Since then, there’s been no soap left, our noses are dirty and we’ve been blowing them for one another.”
― albert camus

“Ich hab' mein' Sach' auf Nichts gestellt”
― Max Stirner, Der Einzige Und Sein Eigentum / Max Stirner. 1911 [Leather Bound]

“Just look at these superfluous creatures! They steal for themselves the works of inventors and the treasures of the wise: culture they call their theft—and everything turns for them to sickness and misfortune!
Just look at these superfluous creatures! Sick are they always; they vomit up their gall and call it a newspaper. They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.”
― Fredrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

“– And Zarathustra ran and ran and found no one else and was alone and found himself again and again and enjoyed and relished his solitude and thought of good things– for hours on end. But around the hour of midday, when the sun stood directly over Zarathustra’s head, he was passing an old crooked and gnarled tree that had been embraced by the rich love of a grape-vine and was thus hidden from itself: and from this vine an abundance of yellow grapes hung down toward the wanderer. He then felt a desire to slake a slight thirst and to pluck for himself a grape; but even as he was reaching out his arm to do this, he felt a greater desire for something else: namely, to lie down beside the tree, around the hour of perfect midday, and to sleep.
This Zarathustra did; and no sooner was he lying on the ground, in the stillness and secrecy of the colourful grasses, than he forgot his slight thirst and fell asleep. For, as Zarathustra’s saying goes: One thing is more necessary than another.* Only his eyes remained open: for they were not tired of seeing and admiring the“This Zarathustra did; and no sooner was he lying on the ground, in the stillness and secrecy of the colourful grasses, than he forgot his slight thirst and fell asleep. For, as Zarathustra’s saying goes: One thing is more necessary than another.* Only his eyes remained open: for they were not tired of seeing and admiring the tree and the love of the vine. But in falling asleep Zarathustra spoke thus to his heart: ‘Still! Still! Did the world not just become perfect?* But what is happening to me?”
― Fredrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra