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