Horse, Samson, are either of you capable of any meaningful human emotion?

I'm not talking about the feeling you get from seeing your abs, or the feeling you get from benching 3 plates. I'm not talking about the feeling you get when you notice that you're the biggest guy in the club, nor the feeling you get when you notice that the girls are looking over and talking about you.

If you take away any idea of your life being a stage. If you take away any idea of other people comparing you or evaluating you (or even you reflexively evaluating yourself). If you take away the idea that your life is a one-man show with one installment after another (the Horse show, the Samson show). If you take away all that stuff, are you left with anything?

Do you matter?

I'm not talking about your contribution to society, and I'm not talking about whether or not you're winning at life. If you were a net-negative contributor to society, if your state-funded medication costed more than what you pay in taxes, and if your aesthetic appearance was borderline passable, would you matter?

All kinds of people with all kinds of problems from all kinds of places behave strangely and generate negativity and lust. I think that athletics, weightlifting and bodybuilding are great hobbies to pass the time and keep a person sane. The thing about bodybuilding though and the pursuit of greater and greater muscularity -- even at the expense of 30% of a person's longevity -- is that it appeals greatly to people who are incapable of any true feeling. Some people believe that there is a deep reservoir of feeling inside every one of us, but I see that like the way some people measure so-called 'potential energy' -- you don't really have anything there to measure.

When I was a kid in school in Ireland, the teachers would always say to us "Empty vessels make the most noise". I always thought that the 'emptiness' was a reference to knowledge, but now I can see that it most likely refers to emotion.

Ass-fucking your sisters on their birthdays year after year is a pastime of mine but if I knew it would dismantle your personal identities as badly as it has, and make the two of you so loud, then I would have stopped back in 2009.

Some people can wash their hands again and again, with soap, with turpentine, with oxidising and de-oxidisng bleach, and still never feel like their hands are clean. With a clear conscience comes clean hands.