So long as the priest, that professional negator, slanderer and poisoner of life, is regarded as a superior type of human being, there cannot be any answer to the question: What is Truth?
We hear only those questions for which we are in a position to find answers.
God is a gross answer, an indelicacy against us thinkers- at bottom merely a gross prohibition for us: you shall not think!
Why couldn't the world that concerns us- be a fiction? And if somebody asked, 'but to be a fiction there surely belongs an author?'- couldn't one answer simply: 'Why? Doesn't this "belongs" perhaps belong to the fiction, too?'
"This - is now my way - where is yours"? Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way". For the way - it does not exist!
We only hear questions that we are able to answer.
When our brain feels too weak to deal with our opponent's objections, our heart answers by casting suspicion on their underlying motives.
God is a too palpably clumsy answer; an answer which shows a lack of delicacy towards us thinkers-fundamentally, even a crude prohibition to us: you shall not think!