Surely the best religions, the finest philosophies, are the ones that explain suffering. If I can convince a wide enough swath of the populace that it's all gonna be alright, I can run my own cult. It's that pesky, so-called, science that ruins it for the less imaginative.
Well, don't worry about nothing 'cause nothing's gonna be alright. We're all gonna die. After we suffer. Dang.
My dog loves the lightning. She's scared of the thunder.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.