Love Is A Greater Mystery Than Death.

I Have Problems With A Religion Which Says That Faith In Itself Is Enough For A Ticket To Heaven. In Other Words, That The Ideal Is Your Ability To Manipulate Your Own Common Sense To Accept Something Your Intellect Rejects. It's The Same Model Of Intellectual Submission That Dictatorships Have Used Throughout Time, The Concept Of A Higher Reasoning Without Any Obligation To Discharge The Burden Of Proof.

As I Say, We Norwegians Love Our Woolens, And You Can Buy Some Beautiful Knitwear In Oslo. They Might Cost You A Bit - But They Will Last.

But Perhaps That's Why We Take Snaps...to Provide False Evidence To Underpin The False Claim That We Were Happy. Because The Thought That We Weren't Happy At Least For Some Time During Our Lives Is Unbearable. Adults Order Children To Smile In The Photos, Involve Them In The Lie, So We Smile, We Feign Happiness.

There’s Only One Thing Worse Than Not Satisfying A Desire. And That Is Not To Feel Any Desire.

Love Is A Greater Mystery Than Death.