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Go Through The Moral Demands...one By One And You Will Find That Man Could Not Live Up To Them; The Intention Is Not That He Should Become More Moral, But That He Should Feel As Sinful As Possible. If Man Had Failed To Find This Feeling Pleasant - Why Should He Have Engendered Such An Idea And Adhered To It For So Long?... Man Was By Every Means To Be Made Sinful And Thereby Become Excited, Animated, Enlivened In General. To Excite, Animate, Enliven At Any Price.

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Go Through The Moral

Friedrich Nietzsche

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Go Through The Moral Demands...one By One And You Will Find That Man Could Not Live Up To Them; The Intention Is Not That He Should Become More Moral, But That He Should Feel As Sinful As Possible. If Man Had Failed To Find This Feeling Pleasant - Why Should He Have Engendered Such An Idea And Adhered To It For So Long?... Man Was By Every Means To Be Made Sinful And Thereby Become Excited, Animated, Enlivened In General. To Excite, Animate, Enliven At Any Price.

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