The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. "Whither is God?" he cried; "I will tell you. We have killed him---you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.
I like to listen to music. I like to watch movies. I guess I'm pretty generic.
Anything you want to know, you can ask about.
Currently, Moving Mountains "Waves"
Way too many to name.
Moving Mountains, Swift, He is Legend, Dredg, Underoath, Say Anything, ....And you will know us by the trail of the dead, Alexisonfire, Hamartia, Cold War, Calico System, Bayside, Killswitch Engage, Mr, Bungle, Panic Division, Scars of Tomorrow, On Broken Wings, Silverstein, These Arms are Snakes, Winter Solstice, The Beautiful Mistake, Paulson, City and Colour, From Autumn to Ashes, Chimaira, Divide the Day, As I Lay Dying, Darkest Hour, Evergreen Terrace, many more.
Anything by Daniel Quinn. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. Clive Barker.
I love horror movies.