When The Filter Is Weakened

Earth Is A Homicide Victim. We Lose Our Children. There Are Wars. Disease. And God Comes Strolling By Like A Cosmic Billie Burke.

I Tried To Make Every Bit Of It As Creepy As I Could. And I Had The Same Response You Do. I Feel The Same Way. The Hospital Scenes, That Procedure Was So Real.

For I Think Belief In God Is Not A Matter Of Reason At All; I Think It Finally Is A Matter Of Love.

God Never Talks. But The Devil Keeps Advertising, Father. The Devil Does A Lot Of Commercials.

Every Man That Ever Lived Craved Perfect Happiness, The Detective Poignantly Reflected. But How Can We Have It When We Know We’re Going To Die? Each Joy Was Clouded By The Knowledge It Would End. And So Nature Had Implanted In Us A Desire For Something Unattainable? No. It Couldn’t Be. It Makes No Sense. Every Other Striving Implanted By Nature Had A Corresponding Object That Wasn’t A Phantom. Why This Exception? The Detective Reasoned. It Was Nature Making Hunger When There Wasn’t Any Food. We Continue. We Go On. Thus Death Proved Life.