You simplify because you cannot believe. You reduce; you diminish. Because you were raised to doubt and debunk. To reduce to a small set of knowns for easy digestion. Because you are a doctor, a man of science, and because this is America—where everything is known and understood, and God is a benevolent dictator, and the future must always be bright.
The butterfly does not look back upon its caterpillar self, either fondly or wistfully; it simply flies on.
Your heart is uncomplicated. It knows what it knows and acts accordingly. Greater wisdom is hard to find.
You think if you work hard enough, you can fix the precious things you’ve broken — rather than being careful with them in the first place.
We’re in three living groups, ’cause even after the world’s ended some a**holes still can’t get along.
We, the over-class, have taken those basic human drives and advanced our own selves through their exploitation. We have monetized human consumption, manipulated morals and laws to direct the masses by fear or hatred, and, in doing so, have managed to create a system of wealth and remuneration that has concentrated the vast majority of the world’s wealth in the hands of a select few.