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To: long-gone who wrote (59893)	10/17/2000 11:26:29 PM
From: Rarebird	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 116763

<I have stood bravely and stared into the abyss, It is only another hole.> Richard, I don't think you should give up. I came to the full realization today that a "hard landing" is coming. Greenspan is going to be forced to ease dramatically. The XAU is very interest rate sensitive and will rally strongly. I don't know when it will happen. It could take a couple of months or a couple of days. But it will happen. I also don't know how high the POG will go. Maybe $100 higher from these levels today. COMP 2500 is about where the Internet and Dot Com mania began. A break below that level could be what gold needs. The Dollar is real resilient. It has got to break at some point. Please, Don't give up, Richard. I've almost gone insane myself during the gold bear. I'm going to buy some gold stocks soon. Health, Humanity, Love and Friendship are greater than Profit.

To: long-gone who wrote (59893)	10/17/2000 11:53:46 PM
From: Alex	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 116763

God is Dead What did Nietzsche mean by "God is dead?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 125. The Madman. Have you ever heard of the madman who on a bright morning lighted a lantern and ran to the market-place calling out unceasingly: "I seek God! I seek God!" As there were many people standing about who did not believe in God, he caused a great deal of amusement. Why? is he lost? said one. Has he strayed away like a child? said another. Or does he keep himself hidden? Is he afraid of us? Has he taken a sea voyage? Has he emigrated? - the people cried out laughingly, all in a hubbub. The insane man jumped into their midst and transfixed them with his glances. "Where is God gone?" he called out. "I mean to tell you! We have killed him, you and I! We are all his murderers! But how have we done it? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the whole horizon? What did we do when we loosened this earth from its sun? Whither does it now move? Whither do we move? Away from all suns? Do we not dash on unceasingly? Backwards, sideways, forwards, in all directions? Is there still an above and below? Do we not stray, as through infinite nothingness? Does not empty space breathe upon us? Has it not become colder? Does not night come on continually, darker and darker? Shall we not have to light lanterns in the morning? Do we not hear the noise of the grave-diggers who are burying God? Do we not smell the divine putrefaction? - for even Gods putrify! God is dead! God remains dead! And we have killed him! How shall we console ourselves, the most murderous of all murderers? The holiest and the mightiest that the world has hitherto possessed, has bled to death under our knife - who will wipe the blood from us? With what water could we cleanse ourselves? What lustrums, what sacred games shall we have to devise? Is not the magnitude of this deed too great for us? Shall we not ourselves have to become Gods, merely to seem worthy of it? There never was a greater event - and on account of it, all who are born after us belong to a higher history than any history hitherto!" Here the madman was silent and looked again at his hearers; they also were silent and looked at him in surprise. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, so that it broke in pieces and was extinguished. "I come too early," he then said. "I am not yet at the right time. This prodigious event is still on its way, and is traveling - it has not yet reached men's ears. Lightning and thunder need time, the light of the stars needs time, deeds need time, even after they are done, to be seen and heard. This deed is as yet further from them than the furthest star - and yet they have done it themselves!" It is further stated that the madman made his way into different churches on the same day, and there intoned his Requiem aeternam deo. When led out and called to account, he always gave the reply: "What are these churches now, if they are not the tombs and monuments of God?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------