"I'm the destructive type," she said. "And I'm going to destroy you. They'll put a plaque up on the wall of the building outside the room. I'm going to wake up in the night and do something to you that you've never heard of or even imagined. I was going to last night but I was too sleepy."
Jesus said how awful life was, in the Sermon on the Mount: 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and 'Blessed are the meek,' and 'Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness.'
Henry David Thoreau said most famously, 'The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.'
So it is not one whit mysterious that we poison the water and air and topsoil, and construct ever more cunning doomsday devices, both industrial and military. Let us be perfectly frank for a change. For practically everybody, the end of the world can't come soon enough.
There was one field in which man was unsurpassed; he showed unlimited ingenuity in devising bigger and more efficient ways to kill off, enslave, harass, and in all ways make an unbearable nuisance of himself to himself.
You know what kind of man I think you are? You're the kind of man who would stand there and smile at his torturers while they were tearing out his guts--if only he could find faith or a god.
