Every year, back come Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants. Certainly the game is rigged.
Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.
When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge. Those are my principles. If you don't like them I have others. Quote me as saying I was mis-quoted. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.