There's no point living if you can't, at least occasionally, live.

These movies belonged to the twentieth and early twenty-first centuries that period of great, unsustainable, and hedonistic prosperity, driven by the burning of Earth's reserves of perishable oil, which culminated in the False Tribulation, and the wars, and the plagues, and the painful dwindling of inflated populations to more reasonable numbers.

We'll do what life always does defy expectations.

Everybody falls, and we all land somewhere.

Is there any evidence to the contrary? I don't need certainty in order to act on a well-founded suspicion.

Do you want to tell the truth, or do you want to tell a story?

I won't put my ignorance on an altar and call it God. It feels like idolatry, like the worst kind of idolatry.