My troubles, of course, the world knows about, and can measure against themselves and others. Addiction is... addiction. And it's really hard to escape from your brain. And your brain? Why, why is that fucker trying to kill you, anyway? Doesn't it know that it will go down with you? Brains ain't as smart as they're cracked up to be, little grasshopper. All of this is general. Let me get a little more specific. The demon that I vanquished has again reared its' ugly head, and scales and fangs and... and... Yeah, that demon sure looks familiar, yes he do. And I will kill him again, and it's gonna take me the rest of my life. Because it's not over until I'm dead... and the demon knows that, he knows it well. And it's not a fight... it's a stare-down. Neither his talons nor my feeble fists will be called upon. Which of us has the will, the guts... to say "enough"? But I cannot turn my back on the demon. Not ever, not for a minute. I have to look him full in the face every day, and know that he won't die until I die. But he won't eat... unless I feed him. And he'll not get a damned morsel from me, no he won't. "If God only exists in the gaps in our knowledge, why not make lots of room for him by staying as ignorant as possible?" --Don Baker on the atheist list at yahoo
are those of mankind totally;
We are not unique.
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