Philosophical Quotes from a Reformed Barfly (Part Two)

I’ve knocked on the door of enlightenment ... its answer was a glorious realization.

Over there ... over there, in the fields where poppies grow, all should be aware, ‘tis where lays fellow soldiers’ sorrow.

We choose our own ills; we move to an unspecial kinky groove; we dance to our own misbeaten step of disgrace. Such is the mortal flaw, man and woman ... we’re an enemy of one.

Freewill has made us a race of thinkers; of doers; of achievers. Ordinary human instinct prevails in the end.

What is creation? Is it what we can touch, see, taste, smell, and hear? Is it life in general? Well, the fore-mentioned is creation to me.

Really now, ponder this for a while! Did God create man, or did Man create a god and organized religion to prey upon human fears and superstitions, all in order to reap monetary gains from, and to control the plebian poor and nere’ to dos’. Well, five hundred years ago, the Inquisition would have burnt me at the stake for having such a quandary.

Mortal tendencies harbor the deadliest intentions.

We are not the supreme masters of the Universe; we’re inferior creatures of lust and vile ... not a damn thing superior about us.

Genesis created life with a passionate fury, as the Alpha conducted an immortal symphony orchestra for the cosmic ballet accension of essence. Omega awaits, hidden in the dark corridors of space; in the never ending continuum of time.

The grand design for the ultimate plan of existence is forever dictated by the great unknown ... ‘tis beyond mortal comprehension.

A centesimal globule of hydrogen and an atom of helium collided, exploded, spewing forth the beginnings of life with a big bang ... God snapped his fingers.