Science devises ever bloodier means of war until humanity's powers of destruction overcome our powers of creation and our civilisation drives itself to extinction.
The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.
Perpetual encagement endows any mirage of salvation with credibility.
Anticipating the end of the world is humanity's oldest passtime
The mind abhors a vacancy & is wont to people it with phantoms.
I think it's natural for youth to be drawn to newness: The world is still new for them.