Choosing the Supernatural

Re:ligion and $cience have this planet of ours in a head-lock. They try to jam my higher freak'quencies.

Both talk of how things used to be, and how it will be in the end. Two sides of the same coined phrases.

RENTON
(v.o)
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die.

Real climate change begins on the inside, then out. To recognize that the Universe is nothing to be afraid of. I can assure you the Universe doesn't believe in who's good or who's evil, who's left or who's right -- the Universe only wants to go expand and break out. To be off the meds and the beads. To go off the record, and off the scripture. Spontaneous combustion a healthy need, a Supernova improvisation towards improving yourself from thinking that you have it all figured out.

"Dude, don't let 'em PSYCH you out. It's all in your hands, not in your head."
"All your problems are right before your eyes, not behind them."