This Isn't About Guilt Or Innocence, He

The Future You Have, Tomorrow, Won't Be The Same Future You Had, Yesterday.

No, None Of Us Seem So Very Real. We're Only Supporting Characters In The Lives Of Each Other. Any Real Truth, Any Precious Fact Will Always Be Lost In A Mountain Of Shattered Make-believe.

Deliver Me, Tyler, From Being Perfect And Complete.

Narrator: You Had To Give It To Him: He Had A Plan. And It Started To Make Sense, In A Tyler Sort Of Way. No Fear. No Distractions. The Ability To Let That Which Does Not Matter Truly Slide.

Inspiration Needs Disease, Injury, Madness.