When you're high, it's easy to kid yourself about how clever certain mediocre pieces of material are.
Sun worship is fairly simple. There's no mystery, no miracles, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn, and we don't have a special building where we all gather once a week to pare compare clothing.
If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?
Even in a fake democracy, people ought to get what they want once in a while.
At best, God can be viewed as nothing more than an uncaring incompetent father-figure
Eventually, alas, I realized the main purpose of buying cocaine is to run out of it.