You don't believe I think for myself, because my thoughts differ from your own.
There is no rational reason to prefer the rational over the irrational.
The only lesson to learn in 'Classroom Earth' is that our dreams never come true and it's all pointless and we're very sinful for existing at all. Why must we come here?
Earlier today I composed a haiku whilst out for a walk in Newton Abbot:
Wood anemone.
When you've shown me it's pointless
Why should I care?
