The Parable of Nietzsche
Short Story by: Michael Mannen
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Nietzsche watched God die tonight and resurrect by the sunlight! In the morning he quickly wrote a poem of what he witnessed in my dreams:
The resurrection of God
I have dreamed of the saints
And their eyes have all but piercing
Their voices screaming
Through which came a saint
To warn me by my father
“give your heart to the Lord
“…seek God, seek God”
By the grave I saw the shadow
And the shadow never dying
The divine deity decarbanizes or decomposes
Bare lighting stroke the deity
Flashes of light absorbed
The deity became more in the flesh.
By the grave I saw his shen
The damned deity roaring
Through which came a saint
Deity slowly into the grave
Dig, dig
For dear God
For my dear soul
Damned to hell, dig
God may be dead
God may be dead
Seek God, Seek God
The damned deity roaring!
The damned deity roaring!
The damned deity roaring!
With a bolt of lighting
The deity reemerged!
It’s beauty sublime
almost went blind
Not even holy hell could contain it!
Too divine for even the walls of holy hell to slay it!
So divine that he escaped hell in time
That moment my soul grew almighty
However, words were not enough for Neitzsche’s existential concerns. In the wake of composing the poem, he hurried to the closest church and penned my work to the entryway of the church that Sunday morning. The church bell chimes believed he was hearing only amplified his concerns. In case the dream was not just a superstition, and he wanted to warn his fellow citizens. Subsequently, he pushed the doors open and strolled inside the vacant church. His first thoughts were with my father.
Not a spirit remained in the congregation. Neitzsche thought unnecessarily to himself. He could still hear the deity roaring. His own thoughts covered his mind. Have I come too soon? Have I come past the point of no return? However, upon further reflection he noticed an unfilled coffin staying in obscurity hollows of the vacant church. He paused for a moment to take in the scenery. Nietzsche built up an embarrassing look for his actions. He took a brief reprieve at the thought that it was all just a dream.
However, he looked at the bible in his hands and felt calm. Then he saw someone in the distance. It was the figure of a priest. The tall figure moved closer. Nietzsche moved backwards and, yet, the priest came closer. Finally the priest was close enough for Nietzsche to get a good assessment of him. Nietzsche could see the depth and calmness in his eyes. “My son, you have come too late, the funeral was yesterday….” the preacher offered sincerely.
Nietzsche froze at the thought. He looked poignantly, even more lonely into the priest’s deep blue eyes. "I came as soon as I could…." he replied earnestly.
He stood for a moment and as the priest began to walk away, Nietzsche asked him a question. “Father, may the lord forgive a soul like me?”
The priest answered quickly, “Son, he already has.”
Submitted: April 18, 2021
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