Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.

Married sex is like being awake during your own autopsy. It is root canal work without anesthetic.

A self made man is a rarity and hated by the parasites that floated to fame thought their parents, relatives and contacts.

The mass market eventually assimilates that which is innovative or revolutionary.

In reality there is no cause or effect, there is only the indifference of the universe.

So, if anatomy is destiny then testosterone is doom.

Even though marriage is doomed, if you turned it into a job you like and really work at it - it can be salvaged.