Vlad, you're getting into some heavy stuff here ... the transience of life and whatnot ... I'm getting really depressed.  How I wish I could recapture the vitality of my youth, when I enjoyed boxing and arm wrestling all the livelong day ... but now I just sit around with my steroids and my big floppy titties.  You're right, Vlad, "it isn't enough really" ...

Vlad, my friend, you seem to be a really postive dude (not to mention a gifted poet) ... what can you suggest for an over-the-hill Palooka like me in terms of ridding myself of this malaise and getting back on the road to good vibrations?