Kurt Vonnegut Jr.I wanted all things To seem to make some sense, So we could all be happy, yes, Instead of tense. And I made up lies So that they all fit nice, And I made this sad world A par-a-dise.
About This Quote
In this quote, the speaker is extremely frustrated by a world that he made up that is full of misery and pain. In his eyes, the only way that the world could be happy was if everyone believed this sad story about how he created it. The speaker probably thought that if everyone believed this story about how he made the world, then they would all be happy. Instead of being a kind and wise person, he became a very crazy and disturbed person who had a serious problem with perception.
If you ask me, the only sane thing to do would have been to create a new world where everyone was nice and loving. He should have created a world where everyone was kind and loving to each other instead of making up a sad world full of hatred and hatefulness.
Source: A Man Without A Country
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