Life is an illusion – lucky you if you can mould it into a delusion working in your favour.
Love is a form of cancer – it devours you from inside and slowly decays.
Religion is a tool – making profit for the greedy and keeping the foolish in line.
Despair is a pale rider – it chases you all day to tire you and strikes you down at night.
Death is a number – the zero of all concepts.