No. Not even in the face of Armageddon. Never compromise.

Material existence is entirely founded on a phantom realm of mind, whose nature and geography are unexplored.

It seems that every movie is a remake of something that was better when it was first released in a foreign language, as a 1960s TV show, or even as a comic book. Now you’ve got theme park rides as the source material of movies. The only things left are breakfast cereal mascots. In our lifetime, we will see Johnny Depp playing Captain Crunch.

No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.

I enjoy putting my mind into different situations rather than my body.

I'm the king of the 20th century. I'm the boogeyman, the villian, the black sheep of the family.

Admittedly, I do have several bones... whole war fields full of bones, in fact... to pick with organised religion of whatever stripe. This should be seen as a critique of purely temporal agencies who have, to my mind, erected more obstacles between whatever notion of spirituality and Godhead one subscribes to than they have opened doors. To me, the difference between Godhead and the Church is the difference between Elvis and Colonel Parker... although that conjures images of God dying on the toilet, which is not what I meant at all.