The ontological fallacy of expecting a light at the end of the tunnel, well, thats what the preacher sells, same as a shrink. See, the preacher, he encourages your capacity for illusion. The he tells you its a fucking virtue. Always a buck to be had doing that, and its such a desperate sense of entitlement, isnt it?
Surely this is all for me. Me. Me, me, me. I, I. Im so fucking important. Im so fucking important, then, right?
Fuck you.
