Right now I'm craving some kind of answer. I feel like the uninspired man shouting into the wind. And a wise man understands that wind is just wind. But the fool begins to feel the wind is whispering back. And I am about ready to play the fool and pretend I have some kind of answer. I'm tired of feeling so utterly empty and backless. I suppose that comes to some degree from stripping morality from life on the basis it is a human construction. I don't find that I do anything that would be considered deeply immoral, though that's open to interpretation. I do wish that I had some grounds