Man is a god who shits.

The worm at the core of all our biological pretenses.

A creator with a mind that soars to the stars, yet trapped in a carcass that rots.

We are puppets, and the strings are made of our own fear.

Consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution.

To be is to be cornered.

The only thing that matters is the terror of being.

Everything is a deviation from the silence of the grave.

We are lived by powers we do not understand.

The irony of the human condition: the deepest need is to be free of the anxiety of death, but the only way to be free is to die.

A nightmare from which you cannot wake.

Nature's revenge on the spirit.

Your name is a lie told to a ghost.

The biological trap is closing, and you are inside.

We build towers of meaning to hide the fact that we are food for worms.

Man is a god who shits.

The worm at the core of all our biological pretenses.

A creator with a mind that soars to the stars, yet trapped in a carcass that rots.

We are puppets, and the strings are made of our own fear.

Consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution.

To be is to be cornered.

The only thing that matters is the terror of being.

Everything is a deviation from the silence of the grave.

We are lived by powers we do not understand.

The irony of the human condition: the deepest need is to be free of the anxiety of death, but the only way to be free is to die.

A nightmare from which you cannot wake.

Nature's revenge on the spirit.

Your name is a lie told to a ghost.

The biological trap is closing, and you are inside.

We build towers of meaning to hide the fact that we are food for worms.