"Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth."
"Talking nonsense is the sole privilege mankind possesses over the other organisms. It's by talking nonsense that one gets to the truth! I talk nonsense, therefore I'm human."
"Lack of originality, everywhere, all over the world, from time immemorial, has always been considered the foremost quality and the recommendation of the active, efficient and practical man."
I copy-pasted these three quotes from Crime and Punishment, Notes from Underground and The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky, yet I got H. P. Lovecraft as a result. One would think you'd get Fyodor Dostoevsky as a result, but maybe that's not how this test works. Each quote may be from different translations, maybe it doesn't even cover translated writers. Or there's some other strangeness going on. If you want you can copy-paste these very same quotes and see if you get the same result, just like in the spoiler minus the quotation marks and tell me what result you got.
As two separate, dissonant souls, they became one; the
lights shone down from the heavens, an unending firmament of grace, an arc of majesty, and for once inside of her constantly tittering heart and mind, all was peaceful.
This got H.P. Lovecraft, although from my understanding he writes less purple prose and more eldritch abominations.
If I’ve learned anything in existence and I hope I have since I’m all knowing and stuff it’s that you should never trust a mustachioed German. (The other mustachioed German that you’re thinking of is in hell too, by the way.)
Anyway, I tried to fix mankind’s sins by creating a son that’s still technically me because I’m awesome in the slang sense and the original sense of that word. I’m sure you know the story: he died on the cross for mankind so they can have eternal life blah blah blah.
And he’s mostly been a great son. He does everything I tell Him to do because, might I stress again, He’s Me. He’s kind of a pansy with the peace and love schtick but he can conveniently turn Aquafina into a nice Chianti. I don’t know why he doesn’t go to parties with Dionysus up here in heaven; he’d have a blast if he wasn’t supposed to practice abstinence or whatever.
But I’m getting off topic here. The main reason I’m giving this message is to tell the story of the apocalypse. I’m not saying whether or not it happened, but you can probably deduce that it didn’t because you’re reading this now, fuckwit.