Dendiablo's Mental State

My lessons in life have led me to this - scribbling in futility, like Don Quixote, against the windmill dragons and other specters of our existence on this tiny moldy rock in the vastness of the Universe. This is not the first I've written to the public corkboards. From the flame war demolition of Usenet to the public hangings and burnings in effigy on the Web, I have made many scratching noises, huffs and puffs and gnashings of teeth. I'll try to remain unknown, for the most part, because of the nature of the modern world.

Of course, no one is required to listen nor care for more than a few microseconds. Few have the time. So I will cut this one short.