Modern industrial society is a fanatical religion. We are demolishing poisoning destroying all life-systems on the planet. We are signing IOUs our children will not be able to pay... We are acting as if we were the last generation on the planet. Without a radical change in heart, in mind, in vision, the earth will end up like Venus, charred and dead.
Listen closely. This may be beyond your comprehension, but I will part with this last remark. Time will accelerate. I did not obtain this power to end your lives, nor does this ability provide me supreme strength. This power's purpose is to guide the human race towards true happiness. My new Stand, my new ability. I shall give it a name: Made In Heaven!
The Boov weren't anything special. They were just people. They were too smart and too stupid to be anything else.
I think... humanity is a thin layer of bacteria on a ball of mud hurtling through the void. I think if there was a god, he would've given up on us long ago. He gave us a paradise, and we used everything up. We dug up every ounce of energy and burned it. We consume and excrete, use and destroy. Then we sit here on a neat little pile of ashes, having squeezed anything of value out of this planet, and we ask ourselves, "Why are we here?" You wanna know what I think your purpose is? It's obvious. You're here, along with the rest of us, to speed the entropic death of this planet. To service the chaos. We're maggots eating a corpse.
I hate the human race. Of course, therefore, I hate myself the most, because I am the least of the human race.
Is there any discoverable advance toward moderation between the massacre of the Albigenses and these massacres of Russian Jews? There is one difference. In elaborate cruelty and brutality the modern massacre exceeds the ancient one. Is any advance discoverable between Bartholomew’s Day and these Jewish massacres? Yes. The same difference again appears: the modern Russian Christian and his Czar have advanced to an extravagance of bloody and bestial atrocity undreamed of by their crude brethren of three hundred and thirty-five years ago.
On our knees we're living our lives
Compressed in social forces
It's like living under a chainsaw
You arise — you get KILLED!
Too many fucking humans
You breed like rats
And you're no fucking better.