Violence Of Nature

People shall succeed without knowing why.

[standing by while archimedes calculates the circumference of a circle divided by its diameter] three. you've invented three

The next great religion will grow out of search engine optimization hacks and the belief that shadowy organizations see everything you do online. You write prayers into the search field with the appropriate keywords and know someone is listening.

Under most circumstances in which it is possible to do so, I advise against making your brain open-source.

When the Apocalypse came, we sighed. "Well, at least we won't have to wait any longer." The Apocalypse sulked. "It was meant to be a surprise!" it said, and left in a huff. "Um. Sorry!" we called, and "Nice to see you" but our hearts weren't in it. Maybe it will return, one day.

How to worship the Sun (if you want to, the Sun doesn't care): 1. Sunbathing. (Indoor tanning would be blasphemous if the Sun cared, which, again, It does not.) 2. Only shooting good things into the Sun. 3. Absorbing the holy Solar energy present in all life forms (eating).

That feeling when you think you found truth but then you realize you’ve only found the truth’s monster

"I should do th"... worthless. You spider brain doesn't understand English. Translate the need into the visceral language of raw concepts.

All your self-owns are belong to Spiders Tom actually statistical possesively Moloch

The initiation into Trad Dad-ism is a beautiful ceremony, from the Blessing of the Cargo Shorts by a local prelate, to the recitation of your top 700 favorite G. K. Chesterton quotes.

If heeding the call of the void were dangerous, evolution would have selected against it.

Mystery cults were a public service and should be brought back. People who need to feel like they're privy to secret knowledge just believe in boring conspiracy theories now.

Things fall apart; the timeline cannot hold; Mere characters are loosed upon the world, The ranting tide is loosed, and everywhere The ritual of abridgement is lost; The best lack all concision, while the worst Are full of a bloviating prolixity.

Friends: Synchronized circadian rhythms, periods Best friends: Synced heartbeat, biorhythms Soulmates: Synced nasal cycle

"Man is the measure of his own terror (and especially mine)" -Woman

lovecraft story where protagonist goes mad when he discovers the weird suns are just some nerds who made similarly branded twitter accounts

The final meme of the Apocalypse is the one shaming those unsuseptable to the previous ones. No further weaponized memes are necessary.

centower. horse in the back, tower in the front

Remember antediluvian Sumerian king En-men-lu-ana who ruled for 43,000 years? You'll be SHOCKED to see what he looks like now!