In another post I had mentioned the Nietzsche God being dead. Today I heard again a funny commentary from Osho on a linguistic consequence of of God being dead. I am not familiar with the works of Osho but what he said here made me laugh today so I thought I would share it below after the quote from Nietzsche. Hopefully it makes you laugh
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?