I once saw a painting, being sold on a cruise ship. It was a woman performing fellatio on a red bull. I never forgot the symbolism, which, which, which, many of you will probably NEVER recognise during your entire lives. Much could be said, and probably shouldn't.
In short, being purposely cryptic, we live in a Post-Modern world. Many of the old ways of justifying happiness are "dead", as
Neitzche may have said.
