The one place gods inarguably exist is in the human mind.
Authority, when first detecting chaos at its heels, will entertain the vilest schemes to save its orderly facade.
Our environments shape the way we see ourselves. If you have been condemned to live in an area that is pretty evidently a rat-run, then sooner or later you're gonna come to the conclusion that you're a rat.
Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.
There is no coincidence. Only the illusion of coincidence.
I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space and time. I am trying to give a name to the force that set them in motion.