Now no consolation has any effect any more. His longing goes out over a world, even beyond the gods themselves, toward death. Existence is denied, together with its blazing reflection in the gods or in an immortal afterlife. In the consciousness of once having glimpsed the truth, the man now sees everywhere only the horror or absurdity of being.
Dad, releasing his load!
Because he’s worth it.
Even as his scandal-ridden career came to an end, the Cardinal remembered to observe St. Photobomb’s day with a totally baked monk.