Whatever distinguishes one lump of flesh from another when we're alive, we're all the same once we're dead. Just used-up shells.
Fyodor DostoevskyI donโt understand anything...and I no longer want to understand anything. I want to stick to the fact...If I wanted to understand something, I would immediately have to betray the fact, but Iโve made up my mind to stick to the fact.
Fyodor Dostoevsky