Consider that no one wants you to discover your full potential. The weak do not want to be around the strong. The stagnant can’t bear the company of the vigorously growing.

And all knew the truth: Hoard food and it rots. Hoard money and you rot. Hoard power and the government rots.

Imagine there’s no God. There is no Heaven or Hell. There is only your son and his son and his son, and the world you leave for them.

A happy past cripples people. They cling to it with nowhere better to go. Nothing to improve upon.

We must kill those who would have us kill one another.

Those who carried it, they were tired of being consumers. They wanted to be consumed.

“Hoarded Food Rots. Hoarded Money Rots Man. Hoarded Power Rots Mankind.”

Tomorrow they’d no longer be men who measured their time by red traffic lights and their pleasure by pints of microbrews.

Professor Brolly talked about the culture of the Hellenistic Greeks, how the Greeks had valued comedy above all other theater. Their comedic plays had far outnumbered their tragedies because they believed that all human endeavors looked trivial and laughable to the gods who watched from on high. The gods found mankind endlessly funny.