We have reprogrammed reality. Language is a virus, religion an operating system, and prayers are just so much f***ing spam.
What’s a god? Can we even know they exist? People believe things, which means they’re real. That means we know they exist. So what came first, gods or the people who believed in them?[to Shadow]
There is no end to the cruelty of men threatened by strong women. So what’s a queen to do? She gets on her knees. She takes what she don’t want to, and we watch in easy f***ing judgment and pretend we’d do a single thing different in her shoes.
People like the idea that love makes the world go round. It doesn’t. You don’t lock your doors at night because you love thy neighbor, you deadbolt with reinforced steel because you fear thy neighbor. Fear is order. Fear is control. Fear is safety. Fear is fiction.
You things are not gods, by the way. You’re made by people. People who need answers and they’re too f***ing lazy to look for them themselves.[to Mad Sweeney]