As a child, I thought my soul the son of two fathers: a Devil who wasn't bad and God who wasn't. But where the Devil gave us hedonism, God offered hope and it was living, thrilling, fun and false, for the Devil told me so. And so false hope and hedonism were the gods I used to know. But they're not confined to past as they're in my DNA. And so like Sisyphus, I roll rocks of hope uphill again.