Ironically, The Utterly Unselective Omnivore -- "i'm

In The End, Everyone Loses Everyone. There Was No Invention To Get Around That.

You Can Call Your Turkey Organic And Torture It Daily.

Words Never Mean What We Want Them To Mean.

Or Maybe What He Fears Is Just The Opposite: That Nobody Is Looking; That His Death, Like His Life, Is Without Purpose; That There Is Neither Greater Good Nor Evil--only People Living And Dying Because Their Bodies Function And Then Do Not; That The Universe Is A Rip.

I Don't Mind If Smiles Come At My Expense, I'm A Small Price To Pay.