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—Our days of no beginning and no end—

When a giant thinker who wandered in the wilderness of meditation 
for a long time came to find himself, leaped over a wall that was built 
for a thousand year in the name of all powerful God, shouted to the crowd 
in the marketplace “Cogito ergo sum” God’s footing began to shake,

thenceforth many thinkers passed through ‘the path of thoughts’ 
that the giant thinker laid down for later wayfarers to come, and when 
those wayfarers came to a shabby inn standing by a deserted riverside,
where reeds swayed in an autumnal air, following ‘the path of thoughts’ 
they left with graffiti on the inn’s wall after a good night’s sleep.

As the empty space of the inn’s wall was getting smaller with 
the graffiti scribbled on this edge and that corner, God became 
thinner and thinner losing his blinding radiance.

One of those days we heard a bell ringing from a little hilltop chapel,
and when the bell rung a five feet tall little giant appeared precisely 
at 3:30 p.m. from the corner of a small avenue lined with linden trees 
to achieve the metaphysical impossibility and said, “… hear the little bell tinkle?  Kneel down—one brings the sacrament for a dying God” with compassion, however, at last, he abandoned and left God because it was beyond his reach to restore him to his original omnipotent state.

Nonetheless, when time visited us a great historical dialectician who was so anxious to impart the meaning of "Absoluter Geist" to the young scholars appeared in the lecture hall, though he didn’t know what he was talking about and that’s why he said “only one man understands me, and even he does not” 

Although he did not kill God he pronounced his death; 
the following generations, however, would not comprehend what he meant by 
“God is dead” because it was beclouded in his abstruse work. Men, therefore, thought that God is still there though he is powerless and at the brink of death.  

As time elapsed, a blond madman jumped into street as it were a bolt from the blue, and cried, “I seek God!  I seek God!” holding a lit lantern in his hand, though street was already bright under pleasant morning sun, and after so many times of ups and downs on the street, he finally denounced “God is dead! We have killed him with our knives,” raising his blood-stained hands in the air as if he was the ultimate victor who opened a new human era.

[I wonder why a madman said we killed God instead of I?]
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