I am a lone wanderer. I am flawed, selfish and weird. Some say that I am crazy and they are not entirely wrong. My erratic personality ranges from being that of a total imbecile to an almost normal person.
I am interested in all sorts of odd activities, strange things and weird ideas, some of which are outright stupid while some are a bit dangerous. It makes life interesting enough for me to go on living and fend off nihilistic hopelessness.
The all encompassing experience of being with its seemingly precarious balance of delights and horrors, order and chaos, good and evil, so on and so forth is beyond comprehension to me. It appears that not knowing the answers to the ultimate questions and accepting our inability to answer them makes this experience so powerfully mysterious that nothing can stand against it.