Ironic Wolf

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?
by Friedrich Nietzsche.

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At this stage of development everything is up and running(thanks a lot to wordpress, php, opensource… but more to it later.

Before I start posting, I have to decide on important matters that will lay out the future direction this blog will take. 

The planned start date is the 1 May.