I can't get the words lined up at the moment to express this. Everything shoudl be written, I think, the good and the bad, and fortunately, it is. God hates you. Reality is a pitiful illusion. Your gods are naught.
Love is a shackle.
Yam is a man's crop. It rains, and then you die. In the rain. Yes, I'm being exaggeratingly melodramatic. Consider it the negative influence of the curriculum.