I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.” --Chuck Palahniuk
I have been assured by a very knowing nutritionist of my acquaintance in Berkeley that a plump well-basted financial sector mogul is a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled. --with apologies to Jonathan Swift's"A Modest Proposal"