The Market For Nonsense Is Infinite.

To Make Sure That My Blasphemy Is Thoroughly Expressed, I Hereby State My Opinion That The Notion Of A God Is A Basic Superstition, That There Is No Evidence For The Existence Of Any God(s), That Devils, Demons, Angels And Saints Are Myths, That There Is No Life After Death, Heaven Nor Hell, That The Pope Is A Dangerous, Bigoted, Medieval Dinosaur, And That The Holy Ghost Is A Comic-book Character Worthy Of Laughter And Derision.

They Would Have Been Very Let Down If They Had To Leave The Theater And He Had Missed. He Would Feel Badly. Everyone Would Feel Badly. But He Never Let Them Down.

Feeling Better Is Not Actually Being Better.

Escapology Has One Thing Going For It That Probably Made Harry Houdini Such A Superstar In His Day And A Legend In The Present. Everyone Wants To Escape From Something. Taxes, Contracts, Illness, Work, The Multitude Of Burdens That We Chafe Under Are Shadows From Which We Want To Escape.

Nostradamus Himself Confessed That The Vague Manner In Which He Wrote His "prophecies" Was So That 'they Could Not Possibly Be Understood Until They Were Interpreted After The Event And By It.'