Thought Itself Is a Weapon Consciousness is the gift that keeps on fucking up your life. You’re born, you don’t ask for this whole “thinking” business, and suddenly you’re stuck with this horrible little

We Consume Ourselves to Death The Self-Destructive Nature of Desire. Oh, desire, that lovely little disease we all have, like a constant itch we just can't scratch enough. We’re all walking around with

Thought Itself Is a Weapon Consciousness, the gift that keeps on fucking up your life. You’re born, you don’t ask for this whole “thinking” business, and suddenly you’re stuck with this horrible little

So, apparently, the universe is “intelligently designed.” Designed… by who? Some all-powerful divine architect? A cosmic watchmaker? Or was it just a coked-up intern at “God Inc.” messing around with the