You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
okay? what are you going to tell me next, that the sunset is overdone? the sound of your favorite song is passé? the sight of your loved ones is worn out and tired? that we shouldn't revel in the simple joy of enjoying what we know we like, all because of some arbitrary quota you've imagined?
Hello, followers. It is time to hibernate. Please join me in sleeping for the next few months. If we all hibernate together, none of us can be held individually responsible. Society will just have to adjust.