Comments on: The Ultimate Answer http://saga.bidyut.com/presentations/the-ultimate-answer/ the nerd in me Wed, 05 May 2010 11:43:29 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: bidyut http://saga.bidyut.com/presentations/the-ultimate-answer/comment-page-1/#comment-2680 bidyut Thu, 30 Mar 2006 19:14:20 +0000 http://saga.bidyut.com/presentations/the-ultimate-answer/#comment-2680 Well if you click around you will find <a href="http://saga.bidyut.com/pix/index.php?gallery=./Helen '06&image=18 Helen 16.jpg" rel="nofollow">this</a>. You can see what a 'golla' I have become. Well if you click around you will find this. You can see what a ‘golla’ I have become.

]]> By: zee_narcissist http://saga.bidyut.com/presentations/the-ultimate-answer/comment-page-1/#comment-2679 zee_narcissist Thu, 30 Mar 2006 16:41:22 +0000 http://saga.bidyut.com/presentations/the-ultimate-answer/#comment-2679 hey, this is totally off topic, just like my previous post.. how come u don't have any pics of yourself in the "Galleria" (except for the one with the 4 of you showing your flattering behinds to the camera)? and no, 42 is not an acceptable answer to that question! hey, this is totally off topic, just like my previous post.. how come u don’t have any pics of yourself in the “Galleria” (except for the one with the 4 of you showing your flattering behinds to the camera)?

and no, 42 is not an acceptable answer to that question!

]]> By: zee_fucking_american_girls http://saga.bidyut.com/presentations/the-ultimate-answer/comment-page-1/#comment-2676 zee_fucking_american_girls Wed, 29 Mar 2006 14:05:44 +0000 http://saga.bidyut.com/presentations/the-ultimate-answer/#comment-2676 "Where has God gone?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God's decomposition? Gods too decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become gods simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us - for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto." Here the madman fell silent and again regarded his listeners; and they too were silent and stared at him in astonishment. -Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus spoke Zarathustra. “Where has God gone?” he cried. “I shall tell you. We have killed him – you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God’s decomposition? Gods too decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become gods simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us – for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto.”

Here the madman fell silent and again regarded his listeners; and they too were silent and stared at him in astonishment.

-Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus spoke Zarathustra.

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