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