Love?

Did you ever consider that everyone is crazy? We live in a society that tends to label as pathologies most common human behaviors. Look around you. People smoke, drink, do drugs. Some people act out sexually; others hide behind closed doors, peeking through windows, too scared to even talk to a stranger, let alone touch one.

Behind the wheel of a car, humans can become monsters -- killers on the road. Given a gun, who knows what one of us might do. Kill a stranger, a loved one or ourselves?

All bets are open.

Left to ourselves, time and how we spend it can become a burden greater than all others. All alone, bereft of friends, family, or even of obligations of any sort whatsoever, all we can hear is the tick-tock of time, clicking away until our demise.

If that isn't insanity, what is?

Why is time so cruel? Why does it march on, carelessly creating wrinkles on our faces, liver spots on our hands, sags in our muscles until we face the mirror as old bags of flesh, once pretty and desirable, only to end up despicable and disgusting.

Where is the justice in that?

What is the meaning of our lives? Why are we here, anyway? What of this matters?

I have some thoughts about these weighty questions. Men and women are meant to connect, during the decades when we are of reproducing age. We are meant to notice one another, become excited, have sex, and reproduce.

All of that is the stuff of novels, of the great love stories that energize the monstrously huge entertainment industry known as Hollywood.

Trust me, I worked there. Hollywood, in the end is only about one thing -- convincing you that love exists.

But that, my friends, is a lie. Of course love does exist in certain circumstances, but alas, it almost never exists in the real world when you need it most.

So all of those movies with happy endings are lies. For most of us, there is no one at the end of the rainbow.

You are ultimately on your own.