Christianity remains to this day the greatest misfortune of humanity.
Friedrich NietzscheRead
Reason is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie.
Interpretation
Nietzsche suggests that our reasoning can distort the truth we perceive through our senses.
In this quote, Friedrich Nietzsche posits that while our senses accurately perceive the world as it changes, our rational minds often misinterpret these sensory experiences. Reason can lead us to draw incorrect conclusions from the evidence our senses provide, highlighting a tension between what we perceive and what we think we know.
In practice
This quote can be used in a philosophical discussion about the nature of reality.
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