As a boy I thought my soul the child of two fathers: a Devil who wasn't so bad and a God more Old than New Testament... But where the Devil gave us hedonism, God offered hope and it was living, thrilling, fun and false.
Our god was not real. And so false hope and hedonism were the gods I used to know, but they're not confined to the past for they are in my DNA. And so like Sisyphus, I endlessly roll rocks of hope uphill only to have them roll down again.
Now I have no hope. I am without hope. I am hopeless.
MUSINGS
Can you see the two conjoined faces in the picture above? Which one is the Devil? Did he look at you? If you zoom in on his eye and find it is looking at you, read more to save your soul.
MUSIC
Paint it, black. Rolling Stones 1966
The Living Years, Mike & The Mechanics 1988
Cats In The Cradle, Harry Chapin 1974
REFERENCE LINKS
Self portraits, Brett Whiteley 1939-92
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