I thought I had a fairly good idea what my life is all about. But now I am confused. It sounds silly to ask, you know, questions like meaning of life and meaning of death. People have been at this ever since civilizatiion began. And we are about as close to the answer as the cavemen were. Trust me. I am not going nuts. (Although sometimes, I am not so sure). What is going on. Why am I so badly confused.
The ravings of a maniac. A fusion of fears, mythical and current.