I have a condition. It has not been completely diagnosed, nor can it be. Every expert has a different anecdote, and these web pages will be mine.

You have this condition also, though you may not know it. You may still reside where the shadows that dance on the back of the cave wall keep you enchanted. You may passionately grasp at your lead role in the cultural asylum. After all ignorance is bliss – or is the unexamined life worth living?

I think you have an itch; an itch to look outside the cave walls; an itch deep in the center of you humanity that asks why, how, what…is being human. Are all actions equivalent and doomed or is there an epic purpose to being? What is the essence of humanity?

This is the condition that infects us all.

The human condition.