Look not too long in the face of the fire, O man! Never dream with thy hand on the helm! Turn not thy back to the compass; accept the first hint of the hitching tiller; believe not the artificial fire, when its redness makes all things look ghastly. To-morrow, in the natural sun, the skies will be bright; those who glared like devils in the forking flames, the morn will show in far other, at least gentler, relief; the glorious, golden, glad sun, the only true lampโall others but liars!
MobyNo one drives in Manhattan - in fact, many of the folks who live in Manhattan don't even have driving licenses!
MobyIf someone is cynical and doesn't vote and ends up with a crummy job in a crummy country with a decimated environment, they only have themselves to blame.
MobyBiologically weโre all the same. We all get sad, we all get happy, and we all die. Anyone who pretends that thatโs not the case is either a sociopath or utterly delusional.
Moby