I suspected something was wrong with the “facts of life” as they were presented
to me when I was a kid. Sure, I then spent a little over thirty years trying to be
“normal” and make that square peg fit the round hole, “looking for a reason to
believe.” But then there was a memorable day when I finally grew up and admitted
that maybe - just maybe - the Emperor was naked. And here it is, over twenty
years later, and now - well, now I know that not only is something rotten in
Denmark, I also know there is a dead elephant in the middle of the collective
global living room and I can never NOT see it again.