hitchens

the tricky part is this:
nobody cares if you're right while you're alive,
you have to die for that to matter.

but everyone cares if you're wrong while you're alive.

and i thank god that once you die,
nobody will ever have any reason to even speak your name
because we'll all finally be done trying to tell you
how fucking wrong you are.

(like talking to a pompous, unduly self-righteous, ignorant brick wall.)

how strange a thought:
i am so glad that i'm younger than you
so that i will exist in the world on the day that you die
and bear witness to your instantaneous irrelevance.

ah, the luxury
of watching people cease to be.