I've got no interest in educating or instructing people.
I write out of my intellectual experience.
I've lost all capacity for disbelief. I'm not sure that I could even rise to a little gentle scepticism.
I'm hopeless at looking into myself and trying to see how things are working and why.
Death followed by eternity the worst of both worlds. It is a terrible thought.
We've traveled too far, and our momentum has taken over; we move idly towards eternity, without possibility of reprieve or hope of explanation.