You Talk Like A Drunk

Fantasy Allows You Bend The World And The Situation To More Clearly Focus On The Moral Aspects Of What's Happening. In Fantasy You Can Distill Life Down To The Essence Of Your Story.

Knowledge Is A Weapon. I Intend To Be Formidably Armed.

Are We Our Bodies? Is A Small Person Less Than A Big Person, Then? If We Were Our Bodies, Then When We Lost An Arm, Or A Leg, Would We Be Less, Would We Begin To Fade From Existence? No. We Are The Same Person. We Are Not Our Bodies; We Are Our Thoughts. As They Form, They Define Who We Are, And Create The Reality Of Our Existence.

Reality Is Irrelevant; Perception Is Everything.

There Would Be Nothing I Could Do To You That Would Harm You More Than What You're Already Doing To Harm Yourself...you Are Never Going To Amount To Anything. You Will Always Be The Worthless Muck People Scrape From Their Shoes. You Only Get One Life And You Are Wasting Yours. That's A Terrible Shame. I Doubt You Will Ever Know What It Is To Be Truly Happy, To Achieve Anything Of Worth, To Have Genuine Pride In Yourself. You Bring It All On Yourself, And I Could Do No Worse To You.