By the time you read this, you'll be older than you remember.

You are permanent, but this life is not.

some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

Doesn't reincarnation strike you as just another form of procrastination?

How you're still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head and only see what you want. How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.

What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that could happen.