IPod
I don't own an iPod!
I'm a stocky 210 pounds.
Why since I am myself subject to birth, ageing, disease, death, sorrows and defilement, do I seek after what is also subject to these things? Suppose, being myself subject these things, seeking danger in them, I were to seek the unborn, unageing, und.
Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.
If I have an iPod, I'm good.
Death takes no bribes.
Creativity is not merely the innocent spontaneity of our youth and childhood; it must also be married to the passion of the adult human being, which is a passion to live beyond one's death.
If I don't terrorize, I'm not Pop.
As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death.
