I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via pseudobollocks)
And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity—through him all things fall.
Not by wrath, but by laughter do we slay. Come let us slay the spirit of gravity!
I learned to walk; since then I have let myself run. I learned to fly; since then I do not need pushing in order to move from a spot.
Now am I light, now do I fly; now do I see myself under myself. Now there danceth a God in me.