Folks love fantasy. Beasts the shit outta reality and day of the week.

What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die of course. Literally shit myself lifeless.

Spontaneously, without any theological training, I, a child, grasped the incompatibility of God and shit and thus came to question the basic thesis of Christian anthropology, namely that man was created in God's image. Either/or: either man was created in God's image - and has intestines! - or God lacks intestines and man is not like him.The ancient Gnostics felt as I did at the age of five. In the second century, the Great Gnostic master Valentinus resolved the damnable dilemma by claiming that Jesus ate and drank, but did not defecate.Shit is a more onerous theological problem than is evil. Since God gave man freedom, we can, if need be, accept the idea that He is not responsible for man's crimes. The responsibility for shit, however, rests entirely with Him, the creator of man.

It's easy to talk big, but the important thing is whether or not you clean up the shit.

I've been accused of vulgarity. I say that's bullshit.

Just keep moving forward and don't give a shit about what anybody thinks. Do what you have to do, for you.