One of the biggest problems with our culture is that everyone has to have an opinion on everything. It seems like whatever you ask a person, they feel obliged to have an answer.
If you’re so damn sure there’s a heaven of eternal bliss waiting for every good person after they die, how come you’re not cheering at funerals? How come you’re wearing a seatbelt?
If there’s a purpose to everything, why are 7-year olds sniffing jenkem to get away from it all? What’s the purpose of that? Ironically, the only purpose there could be of that is to remind you that there is no purpose, which would be what we call a paradox.
Why are people killing each other over some dirt? Who do you know that owns land, that wouldn’t give his neighbor an apple if the guy was starving?
How about some honesty for a change? You don’t know what the fuck is going on or what needs to be done.
I don’t know. Say it with me, it’s liberating.
