text_original: The God that Nietzsche imagined, in the end, was not far from the God that such an artist as Joseph Conrad imagines—a supreme craftsman, ever experimenting, ever coming closer to an ideal balancing of lines and forces, and yet always failing to work out the final harmony.
text_transcription: THE GOD THAT NIETZSCHE IMAGINED IN THE END WAS NOT FAR FROM THE GOD THAT SUCH AN ARTIST AS JOSEPH CONRAD IMAGINES A SUPREME CRAFTSMAN EVER EXPERIMENTING EVER COMING CLOSER TO AN IDEAL BALANCING OF LINES AND FORCES AND YET ALWAYS FAILING TO WORK OUT THE FINAL HARMONY
phonemes: ðə ɡˈɑːd ðæt nˈiːtʃə ɪmˈædʒɪnd, ɪnðɪ ˈɛnd, wʌz nˌɑːt fˈɑːɹ fɹʌmðə ɡˈɑːd ðæt sˈʌtʃ ɐn ˈɑːɹɾɪst æz dʒˈoʊsəf kˈɑːnɹæd ɪmˈædʒɪnz—ɐ suːpɹˈiːm kɹˈæftsmən, ˈɛvɚɹ ɛkspˈɛɹɪməntɪŋ, ˈɛvɚ kˈʌmɪŋ klˈoʊsɚ tʊ ɐn aɪdˈiəl bˈælənsɪŋ ʌv lˈaɪnz ænd fˈɔːɹsᵻz, ænd jˈɛt ˈɔːlweɪz fˈeɪlɪŋ tə wˈɜːk ˈaʊt ðə fˈaɪnəl hˈɑːɹməni.