These rooms are our enemy: killing walls on all four sides, these boxes are rife with death and pain, history and plans. So much in them belongs to those who preceded us, who left it all behind. What an inheritance! We are preached at to be compassionate and forgiving to those who deserve ten times the harm and suffering they visit upon the likes of us. Carmelite nuns admonish us that we especially are called upon to be Christ-like. Bitches. It's no wonder minds seem lost here, characters warped, the future -- when we can risk hoping for one -- the future is bleak. We should really lock ourselves out more often. Also, we forget to forgive ourselves for our imperfections. We have many shoulds on our respective plates; those by the way are our individual responsibilities.
Oh, love? Love is every song you've ever heard and then some. It's the best stuff in life. Of course, love is a murderous sonofabitch and a tyrant. Don't get caught on the wrong side of love -- you're liable to be diced to bits.
And life, you ask, what is it about? A very personal pursuit, purpose and meaning in life. In my case, I liked the food, the sex, music, getting fucked up, and my loved ones. Oh, later on, I did learn something profound: one should try to live life so well it inspires others to jealous homicide. That's like an A+ or a gold star. Right, I also loved mountains and dogs. Oh, and water: swimming or bathing, ocean or tub, snow or monsoon -- water's been heavenly. Have I told you how unbelievably good it tastes coming out of the tap?