Brenda: You don’t really believe in God, do you?

Nate: Well, yeah. I mean, I don’t believe in some bearded old white man up on a cloud, but I believe in something. Some sort of undefinable creative force.

Brenda: I think it’s just all totally random.

Nate: Really?

Brenda: Yeah. We live, we die, ultimately, nothing means anything.

Nate: How can you live like that?

Brenda: I don’t know. Sometimes I wake up so fuckin’ empty, I wish I’d never been born, but what choice do I have?

Mi-am adus aminte de cacatii ignoranti, lispsiti de curiozitatea naturala si de nevoile de autorealizare, la care aud des replica: “Nu cred in Dumnezeu ca fiind un batranel cu barba alba, calare pe un nor, dar totusi cred in ceva. Sunt spiritual.” Replica de o clieseitate incredibila, incat cred ca are traduceri (ca expresie cunoscuta popular) in mai multe limbi, decat Biblia.

Catre “cacat”:

“Totusi cred in ceva. Sunt spiritual.” In CE? Daca ai fi spiritual, ai sti despre ce cacat vorbesti si ai putea face referiri sau explica/exemplifica ce ideologie, proprie sau publica, urmezi. With your own words. Esti atat de prost pe cat esti de vag.

Nu esti nu nimic mai bun decat un creationist/crestin extremist! Te-ai speriat si ti-e frica sa mergi mai departe. Pick a side, you fucking indecisive, riskless, pessimistic, gutless bastard!

And this coming from Jesus.