The full title was ’The Explanation of Meaning of Life: The Neo-Puritan Version". What can I say, I was a pretty cerebral kid in those days.
There’s actually this long rant written on the back to further explain the piece, but I can’t get through it now without peeing myself. I won’t attempt to write it out here. Maybe another day.
Like several pieces I created that year, it was dedicated to a certain girl. When you get down to it, has there ever been a highbrow pursuit that didn’t find its origin in the baser pursuit of love and sex? Perhaps, but not when your 19, I suspect.