Life is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk

If you like what you're reading, I probably wrote it.

The pursuit of material gain is ultimately empty when measured against eternity.

Routine feeds the illusion of safety.

They were told what they wanted and they believed it. They can only keep their dream alive by being with others like themselves who will mirror their illusions.

. . . You seem upset, Charlie. Is something wrong? Charlie: No, no, I’m okay, I just had to take directions from a mute beaver in a fez to get here, it’s unsettling.

We Ask the Gods for Answers and They Give Us Questions