Stay with the pain, don't shut this out.
No, No. Oh, God!
Look at your hand. The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes. Like the first monkeys shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
(I tried not to think of the words "searing" or "flesh.")
Stop it. This is your pain. This is your burning hand, it's right here.
I'm going in my cave. I'm going in my cave, I'm gonna find my power animal.
No. Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. Come on!
I get the point, I can see--
No, what your feeling is premature enlightenment. Come on... This is the greatest moment of your life, man, and you're off somewhere missing it.
I am not!
Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell us about God?
I don't know...
Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, he never wanted you. In all probability, He hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen...
It isn't... ?
We don't need him...
We don't I agree!
Fuck damnation, man. Fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children. So be it! Listen. You can run water over your hand and make it worse, or -- look at me -- or you can use vinegar to neutralize the burn.
Please, help me, please!
First you have to give up. First you have to know -- not fear, know -- that someday, you are going to die.
You don't know how this feels.
It's only after we lost everything that we're free to do anything.