Spoken in Parable Friedrich Nietzsche

A Jesus Christ was only possible in a Jewish landscape I mean in one over which the gloomy and sublime thunder cloud of the angry Jehovah hung continually. Here only was the rare, sudden flashing of a single sunbeam through the dreadful, universal and continuous nocturnal day regarded as a miracle of "love," as a beam of the most unmerited "grace." Here only could Christ dream of his rainbow and celestial ladder on which God descended to man; everywhere else the clear weather and the sun were considered the rule and the commonplace.