My space chums think reality was once a primitive method of crowd control that got out of hand. In my view, it’s absurdity dressed up in a three-piece business suit.
A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?
Infinity: Time on an ego trip.
Just think: your family are the people most likely to give you the flu.
Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.
It's my belief we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.