[b]Neil Gaiman
There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.[/b]
And, sure, see.
I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.
Great, he thought, just what we need, another one of them.
The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.
Mine certainly did.
People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.
You know, for a while.
Rule number one: Don’t fuck with librarians.
Well, the last of them anyway.
Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you—even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition. Religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world. So none of this is happening. Such things could not occur. Never a word of it is literally true.
Not counting your own religion of course.