No religion I ever encountered made any sense. None are consistent. Most gods are megalomaniacs and paranoid psychotics by their worshippers' description. I don't see how they could survive their own insanity. But it's not impossible that human beings are incapable of interpreting a power so much greater than themselves. Maybe religions are twisted and perverted shadows of truth. Maybe there are forces which shape the world. I myself have never understood why, in a universe so vast, a god would care about something so trivial as worship or human destiny.

Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.

I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.

Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.

Religion is something that gets hammered in early, and never really goes away. And has powers to move which go beyond anything rational.

A world ought to have a few genuine good guys, and not just a spectrum of people running from bad to worse.

Every ounce of my cynicism is supported by historical precedent.