What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness. Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself. If I'd known what it would be like to have it all, I might have been willing to settle for less. Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain. No matter how cynical you get, it is impossible to keep up.
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.
Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination. Things are going to get a lot worse before they get worse. We're all in this alone. People mistake their limitations for high standards. The clenching proof of my reasoning is that I will cut anyone who argues further into dogmeat.