There are bigger sacrifices one might be asked to make than going a little mad.
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.
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]
The only thing that scares me is being forgotten. I can survive most things, but not that.
We have reprogrammed reality. Language is a virus, religion an operating system, and prayers are just so much f***ing spam.
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.
The world is either crazy or you are. They’re both solid options. Take your pick, and when you decide, come and tell me. But don’t rush into it. Take your time. Difficult decision.[to Shadow]
Neutral, in the face of injustice is on the side of the oppressor.
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Like all fortunes, Shadow: opaque on arrival, inevitable in retrospect.
At times the universe does seem to have singled you out for unique abuse. In these moments, you gotta ask yourself: Would I rather be ignored?
This is the only country in the world that wonders what it is.
The universe is always on schedule. Besides, punctuality: Virtue of the bored.
