Why is it that the destruction of something created by humans is called vandalism, yet the destruction of something created by God is called development?

England has never enjoyed a genuine social revolution. Maybe that's what's wrong with that dear, tepid, vapid, insipid, stuffy, little country.

This world may be only illusion -- but it's the only illusion we've got.

As a confirmed melancholic, I can testify that the best and maybe only antidote for melancholia is action. However, like most melancholics, I suffer also from sloth.

Why is it that the destruction of something created by humans is called vandalism, yet the destruction of something created by God is called development?

The world is what it is, no less and no more, and therein lies its entire and sufficient meaning.

Jack Kerouac, like a sick refrigerator, worked too hard at keeping cool and died on his mama's lap from alcohol and infantilism.