FYI - I was brought up near San Francisco during the 70’s. The culture which enveloped me as I grew up was structured around Sartean Existentialism.

I discovered over time that Existentialism is a dead end road. There is nowhere to go after you have uncovered its’ meaning. All it gave me was death. Existentialism was supposed to give man his life back but in reality I was only a stillborn existential child.

In contrast Christ gave me my life back….. And I wrote a poem in 1995 entitled Existential Stillborn to tell my story of despair.