"Do you need to feel special to feel ok?

"
We are nothing but insignificant, incredibly brief flickers of cohesion stuck
to the surface of an insignificant bit of dust floating in an infinite void,
orbiting a glowing speck that's one of a couple hundred billion specks that
make up just one of the couple hundred billion galaxies that are close
enough for us to count.
Half the purpose of religion is to put as much self-delusion as possible
between the believer and this fact.
Most people seem completely incapable of understanding that the
meaninglessness of existence is freeing: Nobody is special. You have no
fate, no pre-determined "place" in the universe. The only thing separating
you from what you want is time, knowledge, and effort.
If everyone was alone there would be peace, a world free of conflict and
war
One might be tempted to apply conventional insults to you, you are an Idiot,
a shameless attention whore, an Ugly motherfucker, a whiny Bitch,
sleezeball, and so forth. But the fact of the matter is that those insults and
the various colourful variations and combinations of which never the less
give you too much credit. Even idiots can be put to good use, even if just as
projects to cheer people up or sweaping the floor, an attention whore might
be amusing in some way even if just by accident, plenty of ugly people are
decent and respectable and better despire their asthetic deficiencies and
Whiners can contribute too, even if they make a fuss over nothing and are
annoying as fuck and a sleezeball might have some good ideas despite his
loathesome mannarism and attitudes. Not that these terms could not be
applied to you, no, no. But because the people that those words described
can be put to use in some small way to make this world a better place, or at
least have some vaugely redeeming qualities. You, however do not. Never
before has in the history of the universe have the forces of the nature come
together to create such an abyssmally substandard human being such as
yourself. What are you? You are a Waste. I don't pity you, i pity the
tapeworms that are forced to endure dwelling in you horrid intestinal track. I
pity the water atoms which have passed through the blatters of Great
People, be they Enlightened rulers, scientists who push forward humanity,
heroes who have saved the lives of thousands or simply pleasant, kind
hearted and Generous folk and now must endure being stuck inside the cell
tissues of your horrid legs.

The only possible way you could endevour to make this world a better
place is if you went into a chemical waste dump with a sharp rock (not a
knife, some object that was shaped by the hands and minds of mankind
and the fruits of their efforts deserve some respect, which befouling it with
your bodily juices is anything but) and stab yourself in the chest, letting
your body degrade amongst corrosive industrial run-off so it may be
elevated to its level and that the materials that the universe would have
eighty more kilograms of free material to be turned into anything other than
you.

People are stupid.

Some people are super stupid.
People are incompetent.
Some people are super incompetent.
Then more often than not you get those people who're stupid and
incompetent. They're stupid, they're incompetent, they're incompetently
stupid and they're stupidly incompetent.
Because people are stupid. Since the dawn of time people have been
stupid and people will continue to be stupid up until the end of the world.

"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion,

butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance
accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give
orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem,
pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die
gallantly. Specialization is for insects."
Now I know what I want my last words to be. But there’s so many of them,
and I can only hope we have enough time for everything that needs to be
said. I just need to be careful. I just need to make every word count

Who inspires the heroes?

Who saves the guardians?
Who watches the vigilantes?

The circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant, but it's the gift of life that
determines what you are"

"If the heroes run away, who's left to help?"

"Somebody told me I'm a failure. I'll prove them wrong!"

"When I'm here, you're invincible."

"If you win, you live. If you lose, you die. If you don't fight, you can't win!"

"No matter how far away you may be, I will be watching you."
"The words I wanted to hear were... 'You can be a hero'."

History is a long line of things that seemed like a really good idea at the
time.

Bad alt-history timelines are written by people with no expertise or

perspective. Real history is made by people with no expertise or
perspective. Therefore, it is reasonable for bad alt-history timelines and real
history to resemble one another.

I feel infinite

that is not dead which can eternal lie yet with strange aeons even death
may die

"We must all learn that a god is not intrinsically greater than us. Only
weaklings succumb to their deceitful promises of fame and power! Mankind
is greater than any lowly god-creature!"

My best friend is the mirror, when I cry it doesn’t laugh at me