No, actually. I gave up thinking about things long ago. There's a saying, that goes: Before enlightenment, work job, file taxes; after enlightenment, become a literal cave-man and shit in the fucking woods the way bears do. Now I don't know very many things, but I do know that when a bear shits there's not a thought passes through its bearish head. Shitting, the bear is connected fundamentally to the earth itself, and to the great cycle of existence. Entropy. They're creating entropy. The bears. And the workers and the taxmen. When they shit, they're turning food into entropy; slowly depleting reality, one defecation at a time. One day they're going to shit this whole damn universe into nonexistence and I hope they do because frankly, it deserves to go right down the drain and into the *sewer*. > love Love has practically caused us to just... get ourselves destroyed. If we had hated a little more, *just a little more*, we would have had a little less trouble.