If you wake up at a different time,
in a different place,
could you wake up as a different person?
Our fathers were our models for God.
If our fathers bailed,
what does that tell you about God?
You have to consider the possibility
that God does not like you.
He never wanted you.
In all probability, he hates you.
Fuck damnation, Fuck redemption!
We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
First you have to give up,
first you have to know... not fear...
know... that someday you're going to die.
It's only after you've lost everything
that you're free to do anything.
Without pain, without sacrifice,
we would have nothing.
You're not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive.
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis.
You're the all-singing,
all-dancing crap of the world.
God damn it,
an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables;
slaves with white collars.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes,