Happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. - William S. Burroughs

A chaotic situation is always deliberately produced. Ask yourself who or what sort of creature could benefit from such a situation.

A curse. Been in our family for generations. The Lees have always been perverts. I shall never forget the unspeakable horror that froze the lymph in my glands — the lymph glands that is, of course — when the baneful word seared my reeling brain: I was a homosexual. I thought of the painted, simpering female impersonators I'd seen in a Baltimore nightclub. Could it be possible I was one of those subhuman things? I walked the streets in a daze like a man with a light concussion — just a minute, Doctor Kildare, this isn't your script. I might well destroyed myself, ending an existence which seemed to offer nothing but grotesque misery and humiliation. Nobler, I thought, to die a man than live on, a sex monster. It was a wise old queen — Bobo, we called her — who taught me that I had a duty to live and bear my burden proudly for all to see, to conquer prejudice and ignorance and hate with knowledge and sincerity and love.

Quien sabe? Not me. The older I get the less I sabe, the less wisdom, maturity and caution I have.