I am capable of destroying everything, but I destroy nothing, for nothing exists, not a thing.

Complete resistance to brainwashing indicates only brainlessness.

“It wouldn't take you long to find someone else to stir your honey. I know the fickleness of women; such is legendary.”

Wilful denial preserves most people from the brutality of living in a universe in which life persists only by devouring other life; my sole social solecism is to not bother with that denial.

The circumstances of all life are bleak.

If you've eaten meat, you've murdered animals; you just paid someone else to do your wet work.

We had cats on the farm when I was young. But they stayed in the barn. They were all named “cat.” They fed themselves. They would disappear for six months at a time, and then show up again, or not show up again. They were pettable, but generally uninterested. They hung around because the barn was warm and the rodent presence that is inalienably associated with any human presence provided them with a food source. The consumable detritus that we generated was a bonus. When they would have kittens in the hayloft, we would cuddle and pet them and try to play with them. It was only possible when they were yet tiny; they constantly tried to get away, and did as soon as they could. Dad would usually kill half the litter by knocking them in the head. In a litter of six to eight kittens, if you killed half, then one or two might live to adulthood. Sometimes Dad didn't thin the litter, and they would all die.

Life is cheap; non-human life particularly so.

Human, mortal expectations are facile, useless, and pitiful; people should be expecting nothing but death.

Humans dominate their entire environment; the only animals that exist within that environment are those that provide some use to the humans or those that the humans allow to remain existing. There's nothing evil in this, just as there is nothing evil or good in anything (evil and good being human conceptual constructs applied to an indifferent material universe).

However, to adjudge actions and practices in the context of what we value: the phenomenon of taking and keeping animal “pets” in the wealthy countries seems the most psychologically abhorrent of all forms of human exploitation of animals. Humans in wealthy countries physically imprison animals; forcibly and unalterably remove the animals' reproductive, defensive, and food-acquiring capacities; and compel the once independent animals to become entirely dependent upon their slave-master captors, and all so that the animals can provide some emotional gratification to these awful humans. If you're laughing then you're missing the point; there is no exaggeration here. To see people without food, and then to see fat, comfortable people giving food to animals that they keep around for emotional exploitation (because it is easier to extract emotional stimulus from a trapped and dependent animal than it is to develop and maintain emotional bonds with other free-thinking and free-acting humans), one cannot help but feel barren over the blatant and obscene lie of “human values.”

“Is it a bookshelf, or a display shelf? If you display stuff in front of the books, it's no longer a bookshelf, is it?”

Don't hold me to the words that I scribble in the middle of the night to no one.

Hope is tragedy in gestation.

Life doesn't 'work out in the end.' People just die.

“...for weak-minded individuals who lack the moral fiber to accept fundamental meaninglessness, religious or spiritual belief does serve some purpose...”

Life is a burning, burning arrow.