Babble babble.

There's no denying, EVERYONE's a bit self-important these days. It's not an allusion to an allegory. It's a fact.

It's a bad habit no ones admits to, an addiction no one quits. Because if the world had to end tomorrow and only few had to survive, wouldn't you want to feel destined to be saved? Like the cosmos were somehow indebted to keep you alive. Like somehow you being kept alive had some necessary reaction for the protraction of life on the planet. You are the key, you are the future. Everyone wants to be The Answer. Because if you were to cease believing, how would explain the injustice that is YOUR life?

I can't remember how the rest of it goes. It must've been a nasty fight with a humanist.