I was an angry young man, though I didn’t see myself as such at the time.

I was a loner, had no ambition and lived without hope. Life had no purpose; thus, I had no purpose. For me, God didn’t exist. Given the horrors of life that are all too common in our world, how could there be a purpose? Yes, there's art, beauty and majesty in nature. So what? The same miserable outcome awaits us all in our life's finale—a sure and certain death. Oblivion.