and you open the door and you step inside... we're inside our hearts... now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light... that's right, your pain, the pain itself, is a white ball of healing light...i don't think so!this is your life... good to the last drop... this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time...this isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat... where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like...only after disaster can we be resurrected... it's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything... nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart...this your life and it's ending one minute at a time...you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake... you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else... we are all a part of the same compost heap... we are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world...you are not your bank account... you are not the clothes you wear... you are not the contents of your wallet... you are not your bile cancer... you are not your grande latte... you are not the car you drive... you are not your FUCKING KAKHIS...you have to give up... you have to give up... you have to realize that one day you will die... until you know that, you are useless...i say let me never be complete... i say may i never be content... i say deliver me your swedish furniture... i say deliver me your clever art... i say deliver me your clear skin and perfect teeth... i say you have to give up... i say evolve and let the chips fall where they may...this your life and it's ending one minute at a time...
TYLER DURDEN
and you open the door and you step inside... we're inside our hearts... now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light... that's right, your pain, the pain itself, is a white ball of healing light...i don't think so!this is your life... good to the last drop... this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time...this isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat... where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like...only after disaster can we be resurrected... it's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything... nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart...this your life and it's ending one minute at a time...you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake... you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else... we are all a part of the same compost heap... we are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world...you are not your bank account... you are not the clothes you wear... you are not the contents of your wallet... you are not your bile cancer... you are not your grande latte... you are not the car you drive... you are not your FUCKING KAKHIS...you have to give up... you have to give up... you have to realize that one day you will die... until you know that, you are useless...i say let me never be complete... i say may i never be content... i say deliver me your swedish furniture... i say deliver me your clever art... i say deliver me your clear skin and perfect teeth... i say you have to give up... i say evolve and let the chips fall where they may...this your life and it's ending one minute at a time...