Paul

“This is the fact the world desperately hides from us from birth. Long after you find out the truth about sex and Santa Claus, this other myth endures, this one about how you’ll always get rescued at the last second and if not, your death will at least mean something and there’ll be somebody there to hold your hand and cry over you. All of society is built to prop up that lie, the whole world a big, noisy puppet show meant to distract us from the fact that at the end, you’ll die, and you’ll probably be alone. I was lucky. I learned this a long time ago, in a tiny, stifling room behind my high school gym. Most people don’t realize it until they’re laying facedown on the pavement somewhere, gasping for their last breath. Only then do they realize that life is a flickering candle we all carry around. A gust of wind, a meaningless accident, a microsecond of carelessness, and it’s out. Forever. And no one cares. You kick and scream and cry out into the darkness, and no answer comes. You rage against the unfathomable injustice and two blocks away some guy watches a baseball game and scratches his balls. Scientists talk about dark matter, the invisible, mysterious substance that occupies the space between stars. Dark matter makes up 99.99 percent of the universe, and they don’t know what it is. Well I know. It’s apathy. That’s the truth of it; pile together everything we know and care about in the universe and it will still be nothing more than a tiny speck in the middle of a vast black ocean of Who Gives A Fuck.”
― Anonymous

“I believe femininity is at least as close to divinity as masculinity. The masculine bias in this matter is one of the worst forms of anthropomorphism. In principle women can do everything men can; the converse statement is less true. Also, motherhood is a more intimate relation than fatherhood. Our relation to deity is more intimate still. "Closer [God is] than breathing and nearer than hands and feet.”
― Charles Hartshorne, Creative Experiencing: A Philosophy of Freedom

“They came looking for dark and terrible revelations and instead found out something even more dark and terrible: that their lives were trite and boring.”
― David Wong, John Dies at the End

“John said, “Drake’s foot. What was the deal with that? I thought he was trying to kick your head and he just missed.” “He had that symbol, the little pi. Like Molly.” “What do you think, it’s like a mark of some kind?” “Of what?” “Evil?” Amy asked, “Wouldn’t it make it harder to do evil if they had to carry around a mark?” John shrugged. “Once they’re barefoot and kicking you, it’s already too late. Follow me.”
― Anonymous