[Quiet Man Cometh]

Originally Posted by Suzerain of Sheol

Chance and circumstance are the defenses of the floundering, facile mind before the tyrannical determinism of the cosmos. :|

And the only thing spinning here is this death-trap of a planet, hurling itself through the void with seven billion tortured hostages along for the ride. :|

Semantics, a symptom of the furious attempt to assign meaning, very particular meaning, to whatever is.

Toys!