John Milton: Let me give you a little inside information about God.
God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts.
He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear
for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition.
It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow.
Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick,
fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!
John Milton: You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire;
you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse;
grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes
an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God... and where can you go from there?
John Milton: Free will, it is a bitch.
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