You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.

There is nothing foolish about hope.

If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we've earned a little annihilation.

Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Stop this. It's undignified.

Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?

You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.

Immortality gets very, very boring. You'd be surprised at how interesting the small mundanities of life can seem after a few millennia.