God is dead. God wemains dead. And we have kiwed him. How shaw we comfowt ouwselves, the muwdewews of all muwdewews? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the wowld has yet owned has bled to deaff undew ouw knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What watew is thewe fow us to clean ouwselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacwed games shall we have to invent? Is not the grweatness of this deed too gweat for us? Must we ouwselves not become gods simply to appeaw worffy of it? ◕3◕