The one lie common to us all is the collective delusion that ordinary exists. We are self aware, existentially curious arrangements of minerals hurling around a giant ball of fire at Mach-86 on a rock that’s 99% molten—as in melted, and we (quite literally) can’t be bothered.
The End of the World
"Far from being a Trumpian exercise in self pleasuring, God's Creation is the Master Canvas, a portrait of all things undeniably glorious and wonderful. It's a work that can only be fully comprehended by Himself, yet one that not only He enjoys, but is capable of enjoying Him back."