I'm a very simple man. if the enemies to vanquish are impossible to find, maybe they don't exist after all.how would I know? maybe i'm just a man sitting by a phone, waiting for destiny to call. until then I sit. rotting. millions of others are in the same predicament. it likely is the human condition. until it rings i'll just keep punching the clock, until a heart attack, or cancer, or whatever makes the point moot. some cruel twist of biology has made it so I will not fill the father role. some people were just born to take up space until they die. that's okay. its not like my situation is unprecedented in human history. I'm in good company. until I do finally go I'll do what little is required of me, and i'll do it with good cheer. because that's part of my job, too. but what a waste. wanting to do more is probably arrogance, anyway. and i'm told I have a problem with that.