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           HowTylersawitwasthatgettingGod’sattentionforbeingbadwasbetterthangettingnoattentionatall. MaybebecauseGod’shatebetterthanHisindifference. 

           IfyoucouldbeeitherGod’sworstenemyornothing,whichwouldyouchoose? 

           WeareGod’smiddlechildren,accordingtoTylerDurden, withnospecialplaceinhistoryandnospecialattention. 

           UnlesswegetGod’sattention, wehavenohopeofdamnationorRedemption. 

           Whichisworse,hellornothing? 

           Onlyifwe’recaughtandpunishedcanwebesaved. 

           "BurntheLouvre,"themechanicsays, "andwipeyourasswiththeMonaLira. Thiswayatleast,Godwouldknowournames." 

           Theloweryoufall,thehigheryou’llfly. Thefartheryourun,themoreGodwantsyouback. 

           "Iftheprodigalsonhadneverlefthome,"themechanicsays, "thefittedcalfwouldstillbealive." 

           It’snotenoughtobenumberedwiththegrainsofsandonthebeach andthestarsinthesky. 

           ThemechanicmergestheblackCornicheontotheoldbypasshighwaywithnopassinglane, andalreadyalineoftrucksstringstogetherbehindus,goingthelegalspeedlimit. TheCornichefillsupwiththeheadlightsbehindus,andthereweare,talking,reflectedintheinsideofthewindshield. Drivinginsidethespeedlimit. Asfastasthelawallows. 

           Alawisalaw,Tylerwouldsay.