It wasn’t God that made doctors.
But the good ones still work for him.
Sometimes we are so set in our own path that we don’t even notice that the road has curved and that we have run right off of it.
Spamrider of the Apocalypse
Contains Ham AND Pork!!!
- After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people. This deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who writes dirty words in a public toilet to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind. Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do. -John Steinbeck, The Pastures of Heaven
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