When I first came into this world, Elvis was already fat.

I worry that humanity has been "advanced" to its present level of incompetency because evolution works on the Peter Principle.

Reality is just a collective hunch.

One thing I have no worry about is whether God exists. But it has occurred to me that God has Alzheimer's and has forgotten we exist.

Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.

The human mind is kind of like a piñata. When it breaks open, there's a lot of surprises inside. Once you get the piñata perspective, you see that losing your mind can be a peak experience.

If evolution was worth its salt, by now it should've evolved something better than survival of the fittest. I think a better idea would be survival of the wittiest.