It's early days. A few skeletons are bound to keep jumping out of the closet.

A lot of people have found the idea of living your life over and over again absolutely terrifying; there's some people that find it very comforting. There are others that are appalled by it.

Consciousness, unprovable by scientific standards, is forever, then, the impossible phantom in the predictable biologic machine, and your every thought a genuine supernatural event. Your every thought is a ghost, dancing.

Don't leave home without your sword - your intellect.

Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof.

Never despair. Never surrender.

All culture must have arisen from cult.