Man in Black

I think... humanity is a thin layer of bacteria on a ball of mud hurtling through the void. I think if there was a god, he would've given up on us long ago. He gave us a paradise, and we used everything up. We dug up every ounce of energy and burned it. We consume and excrete, use and destroy. Then we sit here on a neat little pile of ashes, having squeezed anything of value out of this planet, and we ask ourselves, "Why are we here?" You wanna know what I think your purpose is? It's obvious. You're here, along with the rest of us, to speed the entropic death of this planet. To service the chaos. We're maggots eating a corpse.

— I tell myself God has a plan for everyone. Maybe I just haven't seen it yet.
— God? God's fucking plan? Do you believe in Santa Claus, too?

I've been pretending my whole life. Pretending I don't mind, Pretending I belong. My life's built on it. And it's a good life. It's the life I've always wanted. But then I came here, and I get glimpse for a second of a life in which I don't have to pretend. A life in which I can be truly alive. How can I go back to pretending when I know what this feels like?

It means when you're suffering, that's when you most real.

I used to think this place was all about pandering to your baser instincts. Now I understand It doesn't cater to your lower self, It reveals your deepest self, It shows you who you really are.

That's what I love about this place, all the secrets, all the little things I never noticed even after all this years. Real world is just chaos. It's an accident. But in here, every detail adds up to something.