Well, the world is a maze of illusions. It's not easy for the light to shine into the prison of our earthly existence.

People imagine it as a great border wall, a one-time solution to protect humanity forever. Whereas it's more like a torn-open trash bag taped over a busted window.

I'm sending a tow truck and a share of your fee. Yet only one of those is going to your credit acount, hahaha!

Would you rather live in peace as Mr. Nobody, die ripe, old and smellin' slightly of urine? Or go down for all times in a glaze of glory, smellin' near like posies, 'thout seein' your thirtieth?

The city of dreams. I'd gladly kick the balls off the idiot who thought that one up.