And my parents made me want i am. So what? We get stuff from our parents, but we also get stuff from the world around us. From people around us. And at the end of the day, we're us.

What was the opposite of linkage blindness? What described being certain of something without any kind of evidence?...The term was faith.

The best revenge is living well, my dad told me once.

(Man, I wish life had emoticons, you know? So that when your dad pisses you off you could like click a mental button or something and just show him one of those rolleyes. That would rock) Anyway.

We humans have the capacity to wreak horrors on each other. But we also have the capacity to survive those horrors.

What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?

A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.