As a child, I thought my soul the son of two fathers: a Devil who wasn't so 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 this. And so false hope and hedonism were the gods I used to know. But unconfined to past, they're in my DNA and so like Sisyphus, I still roll rocks of hope uphill.