This was mine and Tyler's gift. Our gift to the world.

   I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived.

   I see all this potential.And I see it squandered.

   Goddamn it,an entire generation pumping gas.

   Waiting tables.Slaves with white collars.

   Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes.

   Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.

    We are the middle children of history.

   No purpose or place.

   We have no Great War.

   No Great Depression.

   Our great war is a spiritual war.

   Our great depression is our lives.

   We've all been raised on television to believe

   that one day we'd be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars.

   But we won't.

   We're slowly learning that fact.

   And we're very, very pissed off. "

    and all those dirty desperate men they shouted "Yes!"

     So did I , in heart.

    What does Fincher want to tell us?

     sure that's more than "a nice big cock"

    We've lost ourselves in this fucking boring speeding modern life and we still want another pattern.

   Tyler means everything we want to do freely but we can't and we don't dare to do.

   and who is the Real one??

    NO one can tell.