It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

You don’t care where I live or how I feel, or what I eat or how I feed my kids or how I pay the doctor if I get sick, and yes I am stupid and bored and weak, but I am still your responsibility.

Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need.

You couldn't have small, dying children in a movie without really bringing everyone down, but you can in comics.

You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise, silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception. Think of deep outer space, the incredible cold and quiet where your wife and kid wait. Silence, not heaven, would be reward enough.

Kids grow up connected to nothing these days, plugged in and living lives boosted to them from other people.

Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.