Choke.

“We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are.  Sane or insane.  Saints or sex addicts.  Hero or victims.  Letting history tell us how good or bad we are.  Letting our past decide our future.  Or we can decide for ourselves.  And maybe it’s our job to invent something better…It’s creepy, but here we are, the Pilgrims, the crackpots of our time, trying to establish our own alternate reality.  To build a world out of rocks and chaos.  What it’s going to be , I don’t know.  Even after all that rushing around, where we’ve ended up is the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.  And maybe knowing isn’t the point.  Where we’re standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything…

We are not born equal sinners, or perfect knock-offs of God. The world tells us whether we’re heroes or victims. But, we can decide for ourselves.”