To my children. At the time of this writing you don't exist and I'm unsure as to whether you ever will. I sincerely hope you do, for both our sakes. I'm writing this because I don't know how long I'll live. Only that it won't be forever. I want to be sure that I can give you all my knowledge on every subject. You should be happy and prepared to look life in the eye and grin. And so in the following chapters you'll find my opinions and experiences on everything I've encountered in my thirty years of living. If you're already losing interest then I only have this to say. I love you. You're not alone and you're not special. Now lets jump right into this.
Lets get this out of the way as soon as possible. Love is an idea you will be surrounded by and bombarded with your entire life. If there are words in something there is also a love interest. If something is described as avant garde or abstract it usually means there isn't a love interest, only colors. I suggest developing a serious interest in such things to preserve your sanity. I'll finish this later. Probably.