"We all wonder where we came from. We all have an idea about where we're going. But what's the idea? Where do we come from?"

For those who can answer this without resorting to religion, your opinion counts.

If you're going nowhere, where are you going?

You can't go nowhere. Nowhere is where you are. Sorry. It's not up to me.

It's me against art. Art is kicking my ass. I say, "Fuck you art, what have I got to do with you, what have you got to do with me? I mean, really! C'mon! Lay it on me ... man!

We all wonder where we came from. We all have an idea about where we're going. But what's the idea? Where do we come from?

I respect Primo Levi who didn't succumb to attrition (?), but killed himself instead?