He's Not Human; He's An Empty Space

Stained Glass, Engraved Glass, Frosted Glass; Give Me Plain Glass.

Whatever Sympathy I Feel Towards Religions, Whatever Admiration For Some Of Their Adherents, Whatever Historical Or Biological Necessity I See In Them, Whatever Metaphorical Truth, I Cannot Accept Them As Credible Explanations Of Reality; And They Are Incredible To Me In Proportion To The Degree That They Require My Belief In Positive Human Attributes And Intervenient Powers In Their Divinities.

Follow The Accident, Fear The Fixed Plan--that Is The Rule.

Art's Cruel. You Can Get Away With Murder With Words. But A Picture Is Like A Window Straight Through To Your Inmost Heart.

We All Want Things We Can't Have. Being A Decent Human Being Is Accepting That.