I am, for instance, definitely no bogeyman, no moral monster— I am by nature even the opposite of the type of person who has been admired as virtuous till now. Between ourselves, it seems to me that that is precisely something I can be proud of. I am a disciple of the philosopher Dionysus; I would prefer to be a satyr rather than a saint. But just read this work. Perhaps I have managed to express this contrast in a cheerful and benevolent way, perhaps that was the only point of this work. The last thing I would promise would be to 'improve' humanity. I do not set up any new idols; let the old ones learn what it means to have legs of clay. Toppling idols (my word for 'ideals')---that is more my kind of handiwork. Reality has been robbed of its value, its sense, its truthfulness insofar as an ideal world was faked up... The 'real world' and the 'apparent world'--- in plain words: the fake world and reality. . . The lie of the ideal has till now been the curse on reality; on its account humanity itself has become fake and false right down to its deepest instincts —to the point of worshipping values opposite to the only ones which would guarantee it a flourishing, a future, the exalted right to a future.
—Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo, p. 3