johnny, brian and god

Brian: I don't believe that. Life can't just come to a stop.
Johnny: All right, I'm not saying that life will end, or the world will end, or the universe will cease to exist, but man will cease to exist. Just like the dinosaurs passed into extinction, the same thing will happen to us.
We're not fucking important.
We're just a crap idea.
Brian: I'm not gonna cease to exist. I'm gonna be here in the future. . . .
Johnny: Do you think the amoeba ever dreamed it would evolve into the frog?
Of course it didn't.
And when that first frog shimmied out of the water and employed its vocal chords in order to attract a mate or to retard a predator, do you think that frog ever imagined that that incipient croak would evolve into all the languages of the world, into all the literature in the world?
Of course it fucking didn't.
And just as that froggy could never possibly have conceived of Shakespeare, so we can never possibly imagine our destiny.
Brian: I know what my destiny is.
Johnny: Yeah, but what you're experiencing, as far as I can gather with all these manifestations of, uh, regression and precognition and transmigratory astral fucking chatterings is just the equivalent of that first primeval grunt, because evolution isn't over. Man isn't the be-all and end-all.
Look, if you take the whole of time, represented by one year we're only in the first few moments of the first of January. There's a long way to go. Only now we're not going to sprout extra limbs and wings and fins, because evolution itself is evolving. . . . One day you'll realize that you've had not just one or two past or future existences, but that you were, and are, everybody and everything that has ever been or will ever be. . . .
You see, the thing is, Brian, that God is a hateful god. Must be. If God is good, then why is there evil in the world? Why is there pain and hate and greed and war? Doesn't make sense. But if God is a nasty bastard, then you can say, "Why is there good in the world? Why is there love and hope and joy?"
Well, let's face it. Good exists in order to be fucked up by evil. The very existence of good enables evil to flourish. Therefore, God is bad. And it doesn't matter how many past or future existences you have, because they're all gonna be riddled with grief and anguish and sickness and death.
You see, Brian, God doesn't love you.
God despises you.
So there's no hope, and mankind is just a component of the device by which the devil creates itself. . . .
You can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs, and humanity is just a cracked egg.
And the omelet stinks.
Brian: [Sighs] Yeah.

* From Mike Leigh's brilliant film Naked