How this feels is I'm just another task in God's daily planner: The Renaissance pencilled in for right after the Dark Ages. The Information Age is scheduled immediately after the Industrial Revolution. Then the Post-Modern Era, then The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Famine. Check. Pestilence. Check. War. Check. Death. Check. And between the big events, the earthquakes and tidal waves, God's got me squeezed in for a cameo appearance. Then maybe in thirty years, or maybe next year, God's daily planner has me finished.

These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.

Hey, you created me! I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!

People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.

As the stupidest person in the room, I always had the most to gain.

The truth is . . . you think what people want you to think.