In my heart there are two men. The first is primal and wild, a forest dweller living in defiance of nature as a triumphant victor of resource conquest. He can build fire with his hands, slay prey, and reroute river systems. The second owes the bank money and wage slaves away to live a dull, unadventurous, and sterile, life completely devoid of exuberance and vitality. Anons in similar spirits, how do you cope?