It is human nature to instinctively rebel at obscurity or ordinariness.
Even the most malignant gods would not continue to inflict life upon humanity, time without end.
If they can't do it in California, it can't be done anywhere.
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.
The feeble soul merely whines and complains.
People are scared to death of dying. I am the opposite.