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Think of it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift and then, I swear to you -- for his own amusement -- his own private, cosmic gag reel -- he sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch but don't taste. Taste but don't swallow. And while you're jumping from one foot to the other he's laughing his sick fucking ass off! He's an absentee landlord!

Worship that.

You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire;
you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse;
grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies,
until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God... and where can you go from there?