I rebuked the priest who said “peace to you”, for how could some ancient and downtrodden soul understand the echelons of pure bliss that I had attained? How could this small sad waste begin to comprehend the levels of existential joy that pour through my being, renewed second by second in the deepest dimensions? Surely this man felt “peace” a lofty goal, but for one who has ascended beyond the pale generic versions of this mortal coil, I find it lacking.

Oh and you’re wrong, everything you say is fake news, you’re boring, nobody cares, your sources suck, you might as well goosestep your way into the gulag, traitor.

Peace to you