The Rules of Fight Club:
1. You do not talk about Fight Club.
2. You do not talk about Fight Club.
3. When someone says "Stop" or goes limp, the fight is over.
4. Only two guys to a fight.
5. One fight at a time.
6. No shirts, no shoes.
7. Fights go on as long as they have to.
8. If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight

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Project Mayhem
"You must have the following:
A black shirt and matching pants made of durable fibre.
A pair of black boots.
A plastic bowl.
$500.00 for burial (carried in shoes)

Do you hereby renounce worldy possessions, individual identity and give yourself completely over to project mayhem?"

"With insomnia nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy."

"The things you own end up owning you."

"Hitting bottom is not a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! Let go!

And then...
...Tyler was gone.
Was I asleep? Had I slept? The house had become a living thing. Wet inside from so many people sweating and breathing. So many people moving, the house moved.

Planet Tyler.

I had to hug the walls. Trapped inside this clockwork of space monkeys. Cooking and working and sleeping in teams. Only Tyler knew the next step of Project Mayhem.

"In the world I see, you're stalking elk through the Grand Canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower.
And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison in the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway."

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

"This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time."

"I want you to hit me as hard as you can."

"If you wake up in a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?"

I went to all cities on Tyler's used tickets stubs, barhopping. I didn't know how or why, I could look at 50 different bars, and somehow I just knew.
Every city I went to, as soon as I set foot off the plane I knew a Fight Club was close. Tyler had been busy...setting up franchises all over the country.

Was I asleep? Had I slept? Is Tyler my bad dream, or am I Tyler's? It was like following an invisible man. I was always just one step behind Tyler.

"I say let me never be complete. I say let me never be content. I say deliver me from Swedish furniture. I say deliver me from clever art. I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say you have to give up. I say evolve and let the chips fall where they may."

"On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."

You had to give it to him. He had a plan. And it's 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.

Tyler build himself an army.
"We're the all-singing, all dancing crap of the world. We're all part of the same compost heap."
Why was Tyler Durden building an army? To what purpose? For what greater good?
In Tyler we trusted.

"You are not your bank account. You are not the clothes you wear. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your bowle cancer. You are not your grande latte. You are not the car you drive.You are not your fucking kakhis."

"Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?"

We're the middle children of history, men. 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 been all raised on television to believe that one day we'd all 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