When I had an early appetite for an adult male role model, my dad told me about his strenuous relationship with Karl Marx. First he told me, "Communism is where a piano player gets a piano, and a guitarist gets a guitar. Socialism is where everybody gets food stamps." I talked with him recently about one of the first things I have been sufficently confused about yet comfortable enough to discuss with him, and he told me all of this was a great manifestation of the reality that there's no such thing as being, only becoming (dialectics are just so liberating Jesse). That doesn't sound very relaxing. And in fact, it's a wretched mess. So I write everything down. If I find someone I like, I sit them down on paper and they are.