These are illusions of popular history which successful religion must promote: Evil men never prosper; only the brave deserve the fair; honesty is the best policy; actions speak louder than words; virtue always triumpths; a good deed is its own rewards; any bad human can be reformed; religious talismans protect one from demon possession; only females understand the ancient mysteries; the rich are doomed to unhappiness

Here lies a toppled god. His fall was not a small one. We did but build his pedestal, A narrow and a tall one.

There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.

If I'd been born in my grandfather's time, I'd have made my grandfather's mistakes. Theres no doubt of it. I just don't want to make my grandfather's mistakes today.

If enough of us believe, a new thing can be made to exist. Belief structure creates a filter through which chaos is sifted into order.

There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.

Truth suffers from too much analysis.