If we, citizens do not support our artists, then we sacrifice out imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and ha… - Yann Martel

It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I've made none the champion.

But once a dead God, always a dead God, even resurrected. The Son must have the taste of death forever in his mouth. The Trinity must be tainted by it; there must be a certain stench at the right hand of God the Father. The horror must be real. Why would God wish that upon Himself? Why not leave death to mortals? Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? — Love. That was his answer.

Come aboard if your destination is oblivion- it should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat if you want. But it's a sad view.