It's a favourite illusion of our time that man wants happiness. Man wants stimulation, and he'll fetch it from the bluest flame of hell. He'd sooner suffer pain than endure the stillness of nothing. You condemn him to anguish every time you satisfy him.
God's dilemma.
I have a theory that much of the difference in success among men can be traced to disparities in the survival instinct. Those with the strongest instinct for self-preservation thrive in benightedness. They never ask "why": the imperative to survive is justification enough.
You’ve made a full-time online presence by being a spectacle loud, desperate, and endlessly embarrassing. Money in your pocket can’t hide the poverty in your character. Every move you make drips of insecurity. You’re not a man of stature, you’re just a loser with funding.