People hate the truth. You say, hanging your head. Bullshit, people masturbate to the truth. They get off on it. They eat it up.
Fire IS truth.
God didn't just eat fire or breath fire, man, he WAS fire. I've got to go somewhere else and meet your sister all over again. But that's just reincarnation sped up, so it's all good. You could have as many sisters as you want, man. Sisters with beards, with dicks, with hair in their ears, with scales, with fur, with muscles like bags of stones, with faces like the moon, with eyes like rubies and lions for children.