I Think, However, That So Long As

I Have Come To The Conclusion That My Subjective Account Of My Motivation Is Largely Mythical On Almost All Occasions. I Don't Know Why I Do Things.

I Suppose The Process Of Acceptance Will Pass Through The Usual Four Stages: (i) This Is Worthless Nonsense; (ii) This Is An Interesting, But Perverse, Point Of View; (iii) This Is True, But Quite Unimportant; (iv) I Always Said So.

If One Could Conclude As To The Nature Of The Creator From A Study Of Creation It Would Appear That God Has An Inordinate Fondness For Stars And Beetles.

Christianity Is Haunted By The Theory Of A God With A Craving For Bloody Sacrifices.

My Final Word, Before I'm Done, Is "cancer Can Be Rather Fun"- Provided One Confronts The Tumour With A Sufficient Sense Of Humour. I Know That Cancer Often Kills, But So Do Cars And Sleeping Pills; And It Can Hurt Till One Sweats, So Can Bad Teeth And Unpaid Debts. A Spot Of Laughter, I Am Sure, Often Accelerates One's Cure; So Let Us Patients Do Our Bit To Help The Surgeons Make Us Fit.