eL cORAZON nO eNTIENDE pORQUE

Que se hace cuando el individuo q llamamos corazón, se olvida que tenemos una vida por vivir y se empeña por velar por la vida de otros? es así el corazón siempre será puro el corazón siempre será noble, el corazón siempre será sincero, el corazón siempre será soñador..... Pero es a veces ciego y si bien siempre vela por el mejor bienestar de los que nos rodea y de los que amamos, el corazón se olvida del bienestar de nosotros, a veces nos hace llorar, a veces nos hace sentir solos, a veces nos hace sentir débil, muchas otras nos hace sentir inseguros y que no tenemos un rumbo fijo en la vida que no tenemos un camino claro de hacia donde vamos y a donde llegaremos.

el corazón se emociona de tal grado cuando aquella persona que ama no nos deja una clara visión de lo que quiere con nosotros, cuantos de nosotros no nos comemos las uñas cuando esperamos una llamada? cuando nos emocionamos cuando vemos ese ser hermoso acercándose a nosotros, el palpito que el corazón tiene cuando nos acercamos nos rozamos cuando nuestras manos tocan sutilmente cualquier parte de su cuerpo, su rostro, sus mejillas, su cabello, sus brazos, sus piernas.... y cuando soñamos despiertos? cuando soñamos en besar sus labios, cuando soñamos en estrechar su cuerpo en contra del de nosotros....... ciertamente una experiencia algo religiosa llena de mucho color y energía que se desborda por los rincones de cualquier habitación y situación.

Esa sensación ingenua y hasta ridícula que el corazón nos inyecta en nuestro día a día, como hacer para que sonría? como hacerle reír? como hacerle sentir especial? como hacerle sentir que tiene a alguien en su vida a quien le importa? como demostrarle que le valoras? caminar sin rumbo y ver muchas cosas muchos sitios muchas situaciones y desear poder compartirlas con ese ser que te coloca los pies en una nube.

El ver algo en algún centro comercial y decir hey!!!!!!!!! Eso le encantara, eso le hará reír! comprarlo con toda la emoción a pesar de que no se disponga del dinero pero igual haces el esfuerzo, escoger el envoltorio perfecto, la tarjeta perfecta, buscar la manera de llegarle de sorpresa...... siempre con mucho cuidado para que no se entere de lo que sucede, el mayor regalo que se puede tener es su cara de sorpresa y su sonrisa. Quieres que ese momento llegue, te escapas de la universidad, trabajas a millón para salir temprano al trabajo, reorganizas todas tus reuniones para hacer que ese momento llegue..............

lamentablemente ese momento no llegue cuando lo deseas el corazón no lo entiende y se llena de tristeza, siente que no valió la pena tanta emoción, siente que todo fue un error, siente que solo veía fantasmas donde No había realidad, se siente tonto, se siente infantil, se siente defraudado consigo mismo, el corazón se dice a si mismo "corazón cuando vas a aprender".......... el corazón tiene la dicha de amar mas de una vez en su vida lamentablemente muchas de ellas por no ser correspondidas ni valoradas las toma como si fueran errores que volvió a cometer.

Hoy hable con corazón...... corazón esta triste, corazón se golpeo........ A pesar de todo corazón dice que es su culpa y solo su culpa...... corazón no comprende porque sus ojos a veces le permiten ver cosas que no existen........ A pesar de todo............ corazón tiene la esperanza de que lo que vio en un momento........... sea real.... será real?

Corazón no lo sabe aun.

cOSTA rICA tRIP

Costa Rica es un país de Centroamérica. Limita al norte con Nicaragua, al sureste con Panamá, su territorio es bañado al este por el Mar Caribe y al oeste por el Océano Pacífico.Su capital, centro político y económico es San José. El idioma oficial es el español.El país ha mantenido una estabilidad política, a pesar del gran deterioro económico y social de las últimas dos décadas, y mantiene una de las democracias más consolidadas de América, posee uno de los mejores índices de desarrollo humano en Latinoamérica, siendo el cuarto país (detrás de Argentina, Chile y Uruguay), y fue la primera nación del mundo que abolió el ejército, en el año 1948, y cuenta con una fuerza policial (Fuerza Pública) para el mantenimiento del orden y la seguridad pública.
Costa Rica cuenta con una mayor superficie marítima que continental dado que la zona oceánica es de de 500.000 km² aproximadamente[cita requerida], que incluye la Isla del Coco la cual está situada a unos 480 km al suroeste de la Península de Osa, en la costa del Océano Pacífico. Esta isla fue declarada Patrimonio Natural de la Humanidad por la UNESCO en el año 1997.Los bosques de Costa Rica poseen ricas reservas de ébano, balsa, caoba y cedro, además de robles, cipreses, manglares, helechos, guácimos, ceibas y palmas. El país cuenta con más de 1000 especies de orquídeas, siendo Monteverde (en el centro del país) la región con más densidad de orquídeas del planeta. En total Costa Rica alberga a más de 10000 especies de plantas.Abundan los animales salvajes como el puma, el jaguar, el venado, el mono, el coyote, el armadillo y unas 850 especies de aves entre las que destacan el quetzal, el jilquero y el colibrí.Un 38% de la superficie total del país se encuentra cubierta de bosques y selvas y un 25% del territorio se encuentra protegido.Costa Rica es el país con más variedad de flora y fauna de toda América Central. Costa Rica da cobijo a: 205 especies de mamíferos, 850 especies de aves, 169 especies de anfibios, 214 especies de reptiles y 130 especies de peces de agua dulce.El Rio Savegre, ubicado en San Isidro de el General es el rio mas limpio del continente Americano. Costa Rica llega a tener actualmente 4% (cuatro por ciento) de la biodiversidad del mundo entero, lo que es bastante significativo por causa de que pese a ser un país en vías de desarollo, tiene no solo grandes ciudades y pequeños pueblos, sino que el espacio de esta nación tan pequeño para que las selvas se desarrollen junto a las enormes ciudades.

cHILD mALNUTRITION tO iNCREASE dURING hUNGER sEASON iN tHE sOUTH

Child malnutrition is expected to increase above normal levels during the April to August hunger season in southern Honduras. Malnutrition rates will be higher this season than in 2006, affecting nearly 8,300 subsistence producer households who have limited staple cereal reserves due to losses of up to 50 percent in the 2006/07 harvest and are affected by the 31 percent increase in the consumer price of maize. Of these households, nearly 4,000 are currently highly food insecure, and are already reducing the quantity and quality of their food. About 1,600 children are at high risk of acute malnutrition.

The percentage of children under five years of age affected by growth faltering, a local measure of malnutrition measured in weight for age, has increased relative to 2006 in 37 municipalities in southern Honduras (Figure 1), and will continue to increase during the hunger season from April to August, according to data and monitoring provided by the Monitoring Committee of the Food and Nutrition Security Coalition and the Ministry of Health.

In the municipality of Duyure, primary data gathered at the end of March documented that 26 percent of children are affected by acute malnutrition: 19.8 percent experience slight malnutrition, 4.2 percent moderate malnutrition and 2 percent suffer from severe acute malnutrition. Furthermore, 67 percent are affected by anemia.

To respond to this crisis, an immediate intervention of food assistance is necessary as follows:
Supplementary feeding for 90 days from April to June for the 1,600 children under 5 years of age currently at high risk of acute malnutrition, as well as for pregnant and lactating women;
Food-for-training programs (in areas such as nutrition, health and vegetable production), providing family rations for 60 days from April to May to all mothers of the 4,000 families that are currently food insecurity; and
Food-for-work for 30 days from mid-May to mid-June for the 8,300 families affected by 2006/07 crops losses.

To implement this plan, around 1,500 MT of food will be required, which will benefit nearly 68,000 people. The World Food Program (WFP) currently has 400 MT, with which it has started the intervention in the municipalities with the highest levels of food insecurity. The 1,100 MT needed to complete the intervention should be requested from international donors.

The food assistance should be complemented with the distribution of high-quality short-cycle (90 days) maize seeds and inputs for the primera sowing from May to June; the installation of small water capture and irrigation systems to enable a good harvest in August; and providing training in the proper use of natural resources (water, soils and forests) and household health (hygiene, illnesses prevention and proper food and nutrition).

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letter fROM nOBODY tO nOWHERE

Hello, you beautiful......... I understand perfectly what you are saying. I'm sorry that someone mistreated you and told you things that were "bullshit." It's a shame that there are people out there in the world that prey on our emotions, tell us what it is we are longing to hear, then lie or steal from us; our hearts. Once they move on to their next "victim", it becomes clear just how much we were in love with them. There is no describing the pain and hurt we feel during the recovery period. A true perfect human being does not exsist, anywhere. However, one that can make me feel as if were the perfect person by showing lots of love love, the touch, giving me a tender caresses, the heart completely will come along for the both of us, eventually. Then we will feel as if we never cared and loved for another before. To have that feeling, again, of walking on clouds would be nothing short of a miracle. Having that in my life once was a blessing, to be able to experience that again would be a miracle.You expressed so many things that I can relate to. I would love to find a soul not afraid to cry on my shoulder, and vice versa, when that person is sad or down, as you put it. To experience the wonderful sensation of loving a person is beautiful. To have that human being there when you go to sleep at night and to see the face of the person that makes you proud to be with and that soul with you in the morning when you open your eyes is incredible. For the right person, I would give up what I have, job and or posessions and travel to the ends of the earth to be with that perfect soul. That is the truth. It is just how I feel, should the two of us feel that we can not live without each other., I too, want to be with a person, The physical love I want to give to the person I will be with, eventually, is from deep within my heart. Should the person I am with, that will be my life-partner, want to make love to me by entering me, then I would comply to please the wishes, however, I would hope that beautiful soul would allow me to do the same .Do wo have alot of similar feelings? I don't have time to meet people that are nothing but story-tellers...besides, I would much rather meet a a person...knowing when our eyes meet that a feeling deep inside the both of us is brought up to the surface....maybe one day that will happen. Alot of my dreams and wishes have come true, however there are some of my dreams and wishes that are just not obtainable for me at the current moment. I love the job I have, I enjoy it very much. I just don't have that beautiful and truly soul in my life to come home to after a hard day and sit across the table from and have a fantastic dinner with. To sit on the couch, talk, sip wine or a cocktail, laugh with and talk about the day's events with. Maybe one day.It is nice to meet a person that has similar aspirations that I have in life and love .And if being a fool of love, then so be it.where is the sensitive nature of your soul? u can write...I will not feel that your words are silly. I appreciate honesty and openess with me.

cERRANDO vENTANAS (iT'S rAINNING)

Sueles ser como una fuente de sangre,simulo ser el pajaro que se poza al horizonte y moja con su pico la razon verdadera, estamos jugando, somos un sueño dos maneras de amar la vida...ahora dejame a la vuelta de la noche, la marea te demostrara como olvidaras mi nombre y te perderas en la noche como una ballena asesina que se estanca en la bahiaseras mis talones quemados, somos y seremos amantes por una calle unidireccional....eres mi secreto susurrante en el agua, para que me oigas soy quien crecio distante al momento que me hacias señas, ahora dejame, y se como el arbol donde crecen los corazones para cuando vuelva quiebre una rama y asi veas la tierra que se hace extraña....ahora encuentrame y deja que te demuestre que la vida es un collar de razones que los deshaces con tus miedos...ahora deja que te enseñe que nuestro amor es la mano derecha del diablo la cual hace una mueca ingenua a los demas.

Juramentos para el viento, se proyecta en tus ojos, la vigilia de tus sueños Obliga a la custodia de tus brazos..Sencillos compasivos, amantes del olvido...Unicamente aguardando la llegada del alarido, de quien se pierde en la arena En la playa del olvido, donde han de resucitar tu cuerpo y el mio, para luego apresuras las horas proximas para amar.

Llueve en el alma, que se empapa en medio de unos miedos grises, el desfile de hielo a los ojos de las razones no es mas que la apertura de marzo al abrir y cerrar de la carne, estando desesperado, incluso en sueños me parece verlo ...he intentado todo lo que podria hacer y apenas tu sigues alli recordandome que falle en tu subsistencia y volviste al vacio, incluso en mis sueños me paseo contigo por el infierno, cruzamos a la izquierda en el mar de los miedos, alli el lugar donde me obsecione, eres para mi tanto significado insignificante, pero es asi...de esta manera y cierto dia que despierte yo estare lejos...a miles de millas en un lugar cerca del infierno.

dime ahora que sientes al oir las hojas susurrar?
pues yo escucho el corte del tiempo, desmesurado por la zozobra, la angustia y la gloriade amarte a lo lejos, y oir lo que oye tu mismo cuerpo..
yo se que tu a lo lejos no piensas en este cuerpo, te ocupan otras cosasc omo desifrar los secretos del cielo, seguir a prisa el vapor de la tormenta, contar los ecos del viento en una cueva de emociones para dormitar con ellos tus sensaciones
dime ahora que sientes al caer la lluvia?
yo siento como se despedaza el cielo, como aplasta mi cuerpo, el tuyo aunque sea en sueños siento lo que veo, lo que huelo, es agua o el sudor de tu pecho...
en cambio tu, miras en medio, sientes para luego, recorrer el riachuelo a media noche recostarte sobre las ondas de la hierba, eres testigo de su crecimiento.
yo quiero que junto oigamos el susurro e la brisa, sentir ambos el flujo de la vida ser testigos sonrientes de la muerte y de la ira, buscar el significado de mis canciones y ver la creatividad de tus creaciones, pero juntos al fin...sin angeles o demonios sin ser la mueca de nadie...
y ahora que te invito al mundo de los sentidos...te hago sensible conmigo para jugar sin marcharnos a mirar.....
como ocupa el tiempo en mi espacio....

tU sILENCIO aLEJA mI tRANQUILIDAD

aquí estoy no sé cuantas veces me sentí como un ladrón que justifica sus medios, siempre me senté en la esquina cómoda del riesgo, en la esquina en donde lo único que podría importar es la satisfacción vacía, si la idea es confesar, mis labios pueden romperse al aceptar lo que siento, es cierto, son letras sin sentido ni lugar y podría ser que lo único que quisiera decir es “dejar de amarte es mas que imposible es imperdonable” pero esa es la forma más sencilla de calmar la locura que guarda mi corazón, pero ya sé que aquí estoy yo con mis pies clavados a la tierra esperando que las raíces broten de ellos y se claven en lo mas profundo del sub-suelo y así evitar que nuevamente mi alma me distraiga y me haga olvidar lo maravilloso que se produce dentro de mi va mas allá del tiempo va mas allá de la distancia va mas allá de la presencia física pues el corazón es puro sin manchas ni errores, pues, que se yo? Serán mil tal vez dos mil los días que pasen y que dejen en mi la sensación de que el día de ayer fue un grito de dolor que brota de mis lágrimas, quisiera cerrar cada ventana de mi amor para que nada lo deteriore o lo destruya, no puedo engañarme a mí mismo, posees mi silencio porque ya no es silencio ya es el recuerdo de tu voz delicada sobre mi oído en cada madrugada, posees mis labios porque ya no son mis palabras las que salen de ellos es simplemente la ira de mis labios que necesitan de tus besos, posees mis manos porque no es que son amables al sentir el calor de caras ajenas es solo que buscan un calor único..... El calor de tu rostro... podría dejar que mis letras digan todo lo que Yo jamás me atreví a decir o simplemente esperar a que la envidia del tiempo termine por borrarlas de mí ser, porque ya sé que no son mariposas las que revolotean en mi estómago cada vez que te veo, son las palabras que brotan y se funden en cada pared de mi cuerpo luchando por buscar una salida para llegar a ti.

dónde quedaron todas las palabras que creamos juntos? Dónde dejamos todos los besos que creamos en ilusión? Duele tanto sonreír duele tanto descansar porque en esos momentos es cuando más me ronda la imagen de tu se, me canso de tropezarme cada vez mas fuerte al querer subir la montaña de tu amor..... Y mi montaña? La has visto acaso? Has empezado a escalarla??? Solo te pido no te cubras con cobijas de temor no te escudas tras la fachada de la inseguridad, que bien te protegen pero cada vez que te despojas de ellas te rondan todos los sentimientos que eh creado en ti, porque el querer espantarlos los fortalece y han podido penetrar tu coraza de acero que se ha vuelto de cristal, ahora ríndete ante la implacable victoria de la felicidad y lucha por hacer crecer los frutos de tu querer innato, o pretendes despojarte de las lágrimas con la ayuda de la almohada??? Y que harás?dejaras que tu almohada se colme de ellas? Dejaras que mi almohada se colme de mis lágrimas? Que haremos luego cuando se nos agoten las almohadas los pañuelos y mas aun las lágrimas y veas que no fue la cura a la insana inseguridad, solo fue el placebo que nos alivio momentáneamente.... Que? Aprenderás a vivir así? Pues crees que la sabiduría de los años así te han enseñado? Si esa es tu decisión yo eh de respetarla sintiendo que contigo te llevas una parte de mi, sintiendo la sensación de todas aquellas letras hermosas que describen un corazón roto despojado de nuestro cuerpo, eres mi sol que asoma su calor a mi alma, eres mi aire que me da la fortaleza para enfrentar el día, eres el fruto que me insita a sobrevivir en este mundo de mil sinsabores, pero debo confesar que aceptare la falta de aire, la monotonía de la semana, la perdida de los días, y la fila interminable de piedras que tropezaran con los pies, pues eh aquí mi ser sintiendo amor por ti y respetando tu camino y tus decisiones, un amante, un verdadero amante, busca pequeñas gotas de fortaleza en un mar de debilidad para poder hacer saber de cualquier forma a su amado que después de una larga batalla después de una agotadora lucha, allí estaba postrado en medio de la soledad oscura, pero esta claro que el calor reconfortante del recuerdo de su amor le da compañía y lo ilumina, solo cerrando sus ojos y dejando a su alma recordar la ilusión de tomarse entre sus brazos y jurar ante el cielo luchar y seguir adelante por todos sus sueños.

nIETZSCHE dEEPER aND dEEPER

Christianity's Origin

Christianity as antiquity.-- When we hear the ancient bells growling on a Sunday morning we ask ourselves: Is it really possible! This, for a jew, crucified two thousand years ago, who said he was God's son? The proof of such a claim is lacking. Certainly the Christian religion is an antiquity projected into our times from remote prehistory; and the fact that the claim is believed - whereas one is otherwise so strict in examining pretensions - is perhaps the most ancient piece of this heritage. A god who begets children with a mortal woman; a sage who bids men work no more, have no more courts, but look for the signs of the impending end of the world; a justice that accepts the innocent as a vicarious sacrifice; someone who orders his disciples to drink his blood; prayers for miraculous interventions; sins perpetrated against a god, atoned for by a god; fear of a beyond to which death is the portal; the form of the cross as a symbol in a time that no longer knows the function and ignominy of the cross -- how ghoulishly all this touches us, as if from the tomb of a primeval past! Can one believe that such things are still believed?
from Nietzsche's Human, all too Human, s.405, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

Christianity was from the beginning, essentially and fundamentally, life's nausea and disgust with life, merely concealed behind, masked by, dressed up as, faith in "another" or "better" life.
from Nietzsche's The Birth of Tragedy, p.23, Walter Kaufmann transl.
Change of Cast. -- As soon as a religion comes to dominate it has as its opponents all those who would have been its first disciples.
from Nietzsche's Human, all too Human, s.118, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

Blind pupils. -- As long as a man knows very well the strength and weaknesses of his teaching, his art, his religion, its power is still slight. The pupil and apostle who, blinded by the authority of the master and by the piety he feels toward him, pays no attention to the weaknesses of a teaching, a religion, and soon usually has for that reason more power than the master. The influence of a man has never yet grown great without his blind pupils. To help a perception to achieve victory often means merely to unite it with stupidity so intimately that the weight of the latter also enforces the victory of the former.
from Nietzsche's Human, all too Human, s.122, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

Speaking in a parable.--A Jesus Christ was possible only in a Jewish landscape--I mean one over which the gloomy and sublime thunder cloud of the wrathful Yahweh was brooding continually. Only here was the rare and sudden piercing of the gruesome and perpetual general day-night by a single ray of the sun experienced as if it were a miracle of "love" and the ray of unmerited "grace." Only here could Jesus dream of his rainbow and his ladder to heaven on which God descended to man. Everywhere else good weather and sunshine were considered the rule and everyday occurrences.
from Nietzsche's The Gay Science, s.137, Walter Kaufmann transl

The first Christian. All the world still believes in the authorship of the "Holy Spirit" or is at least still affected by this belief: when one opens the Bible one does so for "edification."... That it also tells the story of one of the most ambitious and obtrusive of souls, of a head as superstitious as it was crafty, the story of the apostle Paul--who knows this , except a few scholars? Without this strange story, however, without the confusions and storms of such a head, such a soul, there would be no Christianity...That the ship of Christianity threw overboard a good deal of its Jewish ballast, that it went, and was able to go, among the pagans--that was due to this one man, a very tortured, very pitiful, very unpleasant man, unpleasant even to himself. He suffered from a fixed idea--or more precisely, from a fixed, ever-present, never-resting question: what about the Jewish law? and particularly the fulfillment of this law? In his youth he had himself wanted to satisfy it, with a ravenous hunger for this highest distinction which the Jews could conceive - this people who were propelled higher than any other people by the imagination of the ethically sublime, and who alone succeeded in creating a holy god together with the idea of sin as a transgression against this holiness. Paul became the fanatical defender of this god and his law and guardian of his honor; at the same time, in the struggle against the transgressors and doubters, lying in wait for them, he became increasingly harsh and evilly disposed towards them, and inclined towards the most extreme punishments. And now he found that--hot-headed, sensual, melancholy, malignant in his hatred as he was-- he was himself unable to fulfill the law; indeed, and this seemed strangest to him, his extravagant lust to domineer provoked him continually to transgress the law, and he had to yield to this thorn.Is it really his "carnal nature" that makes him transgress again and again? And not rather, as he himself suspected later, behind it the law itself, which must constantly prove itself unfulfillable and which lures him to transgression with irresistable charm? But at that time he did not yet have this way out. He had much on his conscience - he hints at hostility, murder, magic, idolatry, lewdness, drunkenness, and pleasure in dissolute carousing - and... moments came when he said to himself:"It is all in vain; the torture of the unfulfilled law cannot be overcome."... The law was the cross to which he felt himself nailed: how he hated it! how he searched for some means to annihilate it--not to fulfill it any more himself!And finally the saving thought struck him,... "It is unreasonable to persecute this Jesus! Here after all is the way out; here is the perfect revenge; here and nowhere else I have and hold the annihilator of the law!"... Until then the ignominious death had seemed to him the chief argument against the Messianic claim of which the new doctrine spoke: but what if it were necessary to get rid of the law?The tremendous consequences of this idea, of this solution of the riddle, spin before his eyes; at one stroke he becomes the happiest man; the destiny of the Jews--no, of all men--seems to him to be tied to this idea, to this second of its sudden illumination; he has the thought of thoughts, the key of keys, the light of lights; it is around him that all history must revolve henceforth. For he is from now on the teacher of the annihilation of the law...This is the first Christian, the inventor of Christianity. Until then there were only a few Jewish sectarians.
from Nietzsche's Daybreak, s.68, Walter Kaufmann transl.

The persecutor of God. -- Paul thought up the idea and Calvin rethought it, that for innumerable people damnation has been decreed from eternity, and that this beautiful world plan was instituted to reveal the glory of God: heaven and hell and humanity are thus supposed to exist - to satisfy the vanity of God! What cruel and insatiable vanity must have flared in the soul of the man who thought this up first, or second. Paul has remained Saul after all - the persecutor of God.
from Nietzsche's The Wanderer and his Shadow, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

Christianity's Nature

The everyday Christian. -- If the Christian dogmas of a revengeful God, universal sinfulness, election by divine grace and the danger of eternal damnation were true, it would be a sign of weak-mindedness and lack of character not to become a priest, apostle or hermit and, in fear and trembling, to work solely on one's own salvation; it would be senseless to lose sight of ones eternal advantage for the sake of temporal comfort. If we may assume that these things are at any rate believed true, then the everyday Christian cuts a miserable figure; he is a man who really cannot count to three, and who precisely on account of his spiritual imbecility does not deserve to be punished so harshly as Christianity promises to punish him.
from Nietzsche's Human, all too Human, s.116, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

What a crude intellect is good for.-- The Christian church is an encyclopaedia of prehistoric cults and conceptions of the most diverse origin, and that is why it is so capable of proselytizing: it always could, and it can still go wherever it pleases and it always found, and always finds something similar to itself to which it can adapt itself and gradually impose upon it a Christian meaning. It is not what is Christian in it, but the universal heathen character of its usages, which has favored the spread of this world-religion; its ideas, rooted in both the Jewish and the Hellenic worlds, have from the first known how to raise themselves above national and racial niceties and exclusiveness as though these were merely prejudices. One may admire this power of causing the most various elements to coalesce, but one must not forget the contemptible quality that adheres to this power: the astonishing crudeness and self-satisfiedness of the church's intellect during the time it was in process of formation, which permitted it to accept any food and to digest opposites like pebbles.
from Nietzsche's Daybreak,s. 70, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

The despairing.-- Christianity possesses the hunters instinct for all those who can by one means or another be brought to despair - of which only a portion of mankind is capable. It is constantly on their track, it lies in wait for them. Pascal attempted the experiment of seeing whether, with the aid of the most incisive knowledge, everyone could not be brought to despair: the experiment miscarried, to his twofold despair.
from Nietzsche's Daybreak,s. 64, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

The compassionate Christian.-- The reverse side of Christian compassion for the suffering of one's neighbor is a profound suspicion of all the joy of one's neighbor, of his joy in all that he wants to do and can.
from Nietzsche's Daybreak,s. 80, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

Doubt as sin.-- Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature- is sin! And notice that all this means that the foundation of belief and all reflection on its origin is likewise excluded as sinful. What is wanted are blindness and intoxication and an eternal song over the waves in which reason has drowned.
from Nietzsche's Daybreak,s. 89, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

Other fears, other securities.-- Christianity had brought into life a quite novel and limitless perilousness, and therewith quite novel securities, pleasures, recreations and evaluations of all things. Our century denies this perilousness, and does so with a good conscience: and yet it continues to drag along with it the old habits of Christian security, Christian enjoyment, recreation, evaluation! It even drags them into its noblest arts and philosophies! How worn out and feeble, how insipid and awkward, how arbitrarily fanatical and, above all, how insecure all this must appear, now that the fearful antithesis to it, the omnipresent fear of the Christian for his eternal salvation, has been lost.
from Nietzsche's Daybreak,s. 57, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

What distinguishes us [scientists] from the pious and the believers is not the quality but the quantity of belief and piety; we are contented with less. But if the former should challenge us: then be contented and appear to be contented! - then we might easily reply: 'We are, indeed, not among the least contented. You, however, if your belief makes you blessed then appear to be blessed! Your faces have always been more injurious to your belief than our objections have! If these glad tidings of your Bible were written on your faces, you would not need to insist so obstinately on the authority of that book... As things are, however, all your apologies for Christianity have their roots in your lack of Christianity; with your defence plea you inscribe your own bill of indictment.
from Nietzsche's Assorted Opinions and Maxims,s. 98, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

Christianity's Destiny

Historical refutation as the definitive refutation.-- In former times, one sought to prove that there is no God - today one indicates how the belief that there is a God arose and how this belief acquired its weight and importance: a counter-proof that there is no God thereby becomes superfluous.- When in former times one had refuted the 'proofs of the existence of God' put forward, there always remained the doubt whether better proofs might not be adduced than those just refuted: in those days atheists did not know how to make a clean sweep.
from Nietzsche's Daybreak,s. 95, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

But in the end one also has to understand that the needs that religion has satisfied and philosophy is now supposed to satisfy are not immutable; they can be weakened and exterminated. Consider, for example, that Christian distress of mind that comes from sighing over ones inner depravity and care for ones salvation - all concepts originating in nothing but errors of reason and deserving, not satisfaction, but obliteration.
from Nietzsche's Human, all too Human, s.27, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

Destiny of Christianity. -- Christianity came into existence in order to lighten the heart; but now it has first to burden the heart so as afterwards to be able to lighten it. Consequently it shall perish.
from Nietzsche's Human, all too Human, s.119, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

At the deathbed of Christianity.-- Really unreflective people are now inwardly without Christianity, and the more moderate and reflective people of the intellectual middle class now possess only an adapted, that is to say marvelously simplified Christianity. A god who in his love arranges everything in a manner that in the end will be best for us; a god who gives to us and takes from us our virtue and our happiness, so that as a whole all is meet and fit and there is no reason for us to take life sadly, let alone exclaim against it; in short, resignation and modest demands elevated to godhead - that is the best and most vital thing that still remains of Christianity. But one should notice that Christianity has thus crossed over into a gentle moralism: it is not so much 'God, freedom and immortality' that have remained, as benevolence and decency of disposition, and the belief that in the whole universe too benevolence and decency of disposition prevail: it is the euthanasia of Christianity.
from Nietzsche's Daybreak,s. 92, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

fIRTS bABY sTEPS

There is a time for everything,and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,a time to plant and a time to uproot,a time to kill and a time to heal,a time to tear down and a time to build,a time to weep and a time to laugh,a time to mourn and a time to dance,a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,a time to embrace and a time to refrain,a time to search and a time to give up,a time to keep and a time to throw away,a time to tear and a time to mend,a time to be silent and a time to speak,a time to love and a time to hate,a time for war and a time for peace.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but don't have love, I'm only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but don't have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but don't have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It doesn't envy, it doesn't boast, it isn't proud. It isn't rude, it isn't self-seeking, it's not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they'll cease; where there are tongues, they'll be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see only a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.