In the depths of the night, fear grips my heart. It paralyzes my mind. But most of all, I feel very, very alone

If beauty is truth, why don't women go to the library to have their hair done?

Why is it that when we talk to God we're said to be praying but when God talks to us we're schizophrenic?

But there are too many people that make so much money at the cost of lives of other humans and for no reason but to make the money.

My space chums think my unique hookup with humanity could be evolution's awkward attempt to jump-start itself up again. They're thinking just maybe, going crazy could be the evolutionary process trying to hurry up mind expansion. Maybe my mind didn't snap. Maybe it was just trying to stretch itself into a new shape. The cerebral cortex trying to grow a thumb of sorts.

There will be sex after death, we just won't be able to feel it.

I try to be cynical, but it's so hard to keep up.