Earth Is A Homicide Victim. We Lose

We Mourn The Blossoms Of May Because They Are To Whither; But We Know That May Is One Day To Have Its Revenge Upon November, By The Revolution Of That Solemn Circle Which Never Stops - Which Teaches Us In Our Height Of Hope, Ever To Be Sober, And In Our Depth Of Desolation, Never To Despair.

Yet I Think The Demon's Target Is Not The Possessed; It Is Us . . . The Observers . . . Every Person In This House. And I Think---i Think The Point Is To Make Us Despair; To Reject Our Own Humanity, Damien: To See Ourselves As Ultimately Bestial; As Ultimately Vile And Putrescent; Without Dignity; Ugly; Unworthy.

In Order For Life To Have Appeared Spontaneously On Earth, There First Had To Be Hundreds Of Millions Of Protein Molecules Of The Ninth Configuration. But, Given The Size Of The Planet Earth, Do You Know How Long It Would Take For Just One Of These Protein Molecules To Appear By Chance? Roughly 10 To The 243rd Power, Billions Of Years; And I Find That Far, Far More Fantastic Than Simply Believing In A God.

But A Myth, To Speak Plainly, To Me Is Like A Menu In A Fancy French Restaurant: Glamorous, Complicated Camouflage For A Fact You Wouldn't Otherwise Swallow, Like Maybe Lima Beans.

Perhaps Evil Is The Crucible Of Goodness... And Perhaps Even Satan - Satan, In Spite Of Himself - Somehow Serves To Work Out The Will Of God.