Hypno Stems

You are a fluke. You are a separate event. And you run from the maternity ward to the Crematorium, and that's it, baby. That's it. Now why does anybody think that way? There's no reason to, because it isn't even Scientific. It's just a myth. He knows your tiniest, inmost feelings and thoughts, And you say after a while... Welcome. See, The game of God begot—got embarrassing. The idea of God as the potter, The architect of the universe, is good. It makes you feel that life is, after all, Important. There is someone who cares. It has meaning. It has sense. Abort. System failure. Goodbye.