I am Jack's smirking revenge.
Inspiration needs disease, injury, madness.
This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.
That if you could acquire enough, accomplish enough, you’d never want to own or do another thing. That if you could eat or sleep enough, you’d never need more. That if enough people loved you, you’d stop needing love.
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.