Giving me a a new idea is like handing a cretin a gun, but I do thank you anyhow, bang bang.

Madness, like small fish, runs in hosts, in vast numbers of instances.

Everything is true,' he said. 'Everything anybody has ever thought.' 'Will you be all right?' 'I'll be all right,' he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.

The day came. The wrath descended. Sin, guilt, and retribution? The manic psychoses of those entities we referred to as states, institutions, systems - the powers, the thrones, the dominations - the things which perpetually merge with men and emerge from them? Our darkness, externalized and visible? However you look upon these matters, the critical point was reached. The wrath descended.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.

Emigrate or Degenerate.

I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.