Can I carry my heart in a bag, and throw it into a river?

He saw the God, the Creator, the Merciful and Unmerciful, the Terrible, the Loving, the All-Mighty Devilish Unimaginable Horror. He saw the Power emanating from the Center, permeating into the Everywhere.

He saw nothing.

“She could be like, ‘Radigan, I had sex with—’ No, she would say, ‘Rad-ee-gan?’ And I would say, ‘**-**-***?’ And she would giggle. So she could be like, ‘Rad-ee-gan, I had sex with the air force.’ And I would be like, ‘I forgive you, Baby.’”

“That good?”

“That good.”

“So what happened?”

“What always happens.”

Do not try to hold onto what you have, because you have nothing.

The story of every human life is a tragedy.

"A popular social philosopher wrote, 'You show me the people who control the money, the land, and the weapons, and I’ll show you the people in charge.' Everyone at this party is a member of American society. Is anyone at this party in charge of American society? No. They are here pursuing their petty pleasures. Next workday morn, they will go back to their petty roles in support of the people in charge, insensible to the suffering that their society causes in faraway deserts. Little Eichmanns we are, and grotesque is our merry-making."

Today, tomorrow, forever.

You don't know me. You have dreams of me. I am monstrous. Humans are monstrous.

Suicide is an aspect of the human condition whose exploration cannot be exhausted.

I am edgily Buddhist. Life is suffering. Desire is the source of all suffering. The only way to be free of suffering is to give up desire.

I abandon. I walk away. I don't know of anything that I have ever had that I believed was worth the effort.