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-- The divinity is worshipped in the work of art, both in the poor and in the excellent. The shudder of the divine, the destruction of the individual, pervades the assembly. But soon it draws breath, casts a glance at the living creatures, awakens to the feeling of life. They recognise themselves as life; they attune to one another, take each other’s hands, shake themselves, begin to move, begin to dance. […] Thus the divinity delights in itself, and humanity has identified itself with it. That delight has passed over into the eating of the divinity, yet this properly expresses infinite sorrow, the complete collapse of intimacy. God gives Himself over to sacrifice, gives Himself over to destruction. God Himself is dead; the highest despair of being completely abandoned by God.--
