That's like trying to choose the worst type of cancer. Sure, some may be worse than others, but in the end, they're all still cancer.
Fuck 'em all.
Fuck 'em all.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell