Deep is the well of truth and long does it take to know what has fallen into its depths.
It is a prejudice to think that morality is more favourable to the development of reason than immorality.
His (the theologian) basic instinct of self preservation forbids him to respect reality at any point or even to let it get a word in.
But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.
Does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?