I speak now of that Great Dragon that is called Thou-Shalt as was spoken by that sage such has come before.
 That Dragon who doth shine and glitter with ten thousand scales; each scale golden and glittering with the name of Thou-Shalt.
 That Dragon who doth glare and command with ten thousand eyes; each eye flashing and glowing with the name of Thou-Shalt.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am an a-atheist.
This is not to say that I do not believe in the existence of people called atheists. Rather, I do not believe that there is such as thing as ‘God not existing’.
And now, I as a a-atheist place the burden of proof on the atheists… To prove to me that God does not exist.
Knock yourselves out.
Consider now this herdsman’s crook: It is ignorance. That ‘God not existing’ cannot be proven is his means of rule. As is rightly so! God’s existence or not lies beyond all earthly knowledge; it is the realm of human ignorance!
Hey YouTube, I want to talk to you about atheist morality.
Now, a lot of people say athiests can’t be moral. I argue that: Moral by who’s standards? I say athiests can be moral.
At some point in human history, someone, somewhere, came up with the idea of purity.
At some point in human history, either simultaneously or subsequently to the genesis of the idea of purity, someone, somewhere, came up with the idea that having sex was impure.
Very confusing ideas.
By Friedrich Nietzsche, (1873)
Once upon a time, in some out of the way corner of that universe which is dispersed into numberless twinkling solar systems, there was a star upon which clever beasts invented knowing. That was the most arrogant and mendacious minute of “world history,” but nevertheless, it was only a minute. After nature had drawn a few breaths, the star cooled and congealed, and the clever beasts had to die. One might invent such a fable, and yet he still would not have adequately illustrated how miserable, how shadowy and transient, how aimless and arbitrary the human intellect looks within nature. There were eternities during which it did not exist. And when it is all over with the human intellect, nothing will have happened. For this intellect has no additional mission which would lead it beyond human life. Rather, it is human, and only its possessor and begetter takes it so solemnly-as though the world’s axis turned within it. But if we could communicate with the gnat, we would learn that he likewise flies through the air with the same solemnity, that he feels the flying center of the universe within himself. There is nothing so reprehensible and unimportant in nature that it would not immediately swell up like a balloon at the slightest puff of this power of knowing. And just as every porter wants to have an admirer, so even the proudest of men, the philosopher, supposes that he sees on all sides the eyes of the universe telescopically focused upon his action and thought.