Thursday, December 25, 2014

Ho, ho, ho

"All right," said Susan. "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need... fantasies to make life bearable."

REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.

"Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little—"

YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.

"So we can believe the big ones?"

YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.

Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

No one gets a better person over night-holy or not so holy. No rest for the wicked but then again the same goes for the kind. Don't let a day of righteousness cloud your sense of proportion, that's what I'm saying.

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