Tom Sweterlitsch

Lambs are sacrificed but rats survive.

The totality of human endeavor is nothing when set against the stars.

“You’re an atheist,” I said.

“No, I believe in God. I believe God exists. I had an experience, I had that vision, and in the vision I saw God. God is a pestilent light ringed with black stars. I’m still a man of faith because I believe, but when I think of God, I think of something like a parasite.”

There was no center, no reason. Courtney’s death was random, banal viciousness inflicted by one organism upon another. There is no design. The universe isn’t kind or cruel. The universe is vast and indifferent to our desires.

You have to be rich to live forever.