I may be peaking on whimsical nihilism these days but with the experiences and understanding of death I have at this point in my life, I have no choice but to love being alive. Everything about this makes no sense, which allows us to find some way to create perfect sense in our own way as we see fit. As an artist, how could you not want to take full advantage of the impermanence of life? We exist as temporary exhibitions. We are on display for a short while, in the grandest scheme of things, so we might as well push every limit. Why go insane trying to follow a path some dead person walked? Is there any sense in adhering to the laws laid down by a corpse? The only true rules are that you will suffer and you will die, so you might as well break all their rules until those rules break you.