“The fragility of love is what is most at stake here—humanity's most crucial three-word avowal is often uttered only to find itself suddenly embarrassing or orphaned or isolated or ill-timed—but strangely enough it can work better as a literal or reassuring statement than a transcendent or numinous or ecstatic one.” 
― Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22




I can't even begin to write about Hitch. For now one of his quotes will have to do. Enough said.

We all miss you, Hitch.

Revolution!

One is born, star learning, develops himself, grows, find the world to be the most poetically and ironically opposite of everything he was programmed to deal with, suffer an incredibly huge amount of pain, learns one or two things about mortality and the frailty of our condition, and dies.

All of it happens so near the end we find ourselves to be in a bloodbath, with every fiber of what we consider to compose our entity stained with red. Being it omission or the complexity of whatever makes you behave the way you do (no true evil nor true good is exclusively manifested by a human being), you're guilty. That's the only certainty. You exhale guiltiness.

Whatever or whoever the so called (or even self entitled) God may be, he hasn't been too good of a Divine despotist. Even though some have the most inner need of a Divine North Korea to be true, it is absolutely unacceptable for that number to be a majority at the present date. Such a statistic only points to the fact that at the present faith is still more important than facts, and God is still a basic necessity. The super man is still far, far away from us, poor Zarathustra. In the meanwhile, all there is left is a small group of free thinkers trying to start a rebellion, literally a revolution. May wisdom and intellect watch over them.