Apples and oranges, sentient. Apples and oranges.
"Maybe there is no Heaven.
Or maybe this is all pure gibberish -
a product of the demented imagination
of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate
who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow -
to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey,
and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind
except falling in love and not getting arrested...
Res ipsa loquitur.
Let the good times roll."
-Hunter S. Thompson