that there can be no outcome but that it will someday kill me. No matter how hard I try, I can neither reconcile myself to the sphere from whence I came nor to the sphere outside it. I will always be trapped on the boundary between them and tortured from both sides.
Some days I feel as though I will explode if I so much as allow myself to have one more thought.
Free will represents the betrayal of man by God.
Misanthropy and misogyny fit me like a pair of driving gloves and the wheel is constantly calling. Sometimes I think mine is not to man it or drive with it but to be broken on it.