I am certain of very little, but I do know that I am compelled to share a few thoughts with you. Perhaps this compulsion stems from an acute sense of ego-centrism which borders on solipsism, or perhaps this compulsion is truly a voice capable of providing a jolt to the epistemological foundation upon which you have built your castle, your consciousness, your own little cosmos.
Who knows? Not me . . .
This lust for expression does not stem from malice, so that should ease the mind a bit. However, there is a strong desire to force the listener to see the world anew.
Life is brief, regardless of the money we may acquire, or the lovely progeny we might be so lucky to create and leave behind. All we truly have in the end is our voice . . . and that which we create with our hands, our hearts, our souls.