I'm a teleological, existential agnostic.
I've often felt that life is a hard deal and it's unrelentingly tragic and an uphill fight.
Doing abominations is against the law, particularly if the abominations are done while wearing a lobster bib.
You mellow too much you ripen and rot.
With me; it's just a genetic dissatisfaction with everything.
In 1940 I was just turning 5 years old and being taken to the movies. For those of us who were not old enough to understand the horror of war it was a very romantic era because these guys were kissing their wives and girlfriends goodbye and going off to fight and become heroes.