Is there really so much to talk about? I mean let's face it, our lives are pathetic. We don't want money to get its better hold and yet we know it's what's making this world go round. We all want to love and be loved and yet we know in the end, its never going to last. So what if it is till death that does us part? It ends and we know it. And it is a sad truth but everyman is, really, an island, and everyman is, really, for himself, till a woman comes along at least; or another man. But the fact is, it's only what makes us human to want everything for ourselves. Selfish? Or is it the least we deserve? But it wasn't as if being created and living this world wasn't bad enough. So tell me, really, what is there to this or if it was ever?

I'm waiting for a death without physical scars, for a mother not to grief over a child never conceived. What would it be like to spell our name before we die, to eat the pie that we once loved as a child. Unimaginable phenomenons taking place with each step in time, but we never really question ourselves over what life has to bring. What then do we serve? An intangible God? Or science and technology? Or perhaps Love, or this feeling deep within? I want the answers, and I need them quick. More than feeding mere curiosity, it's life's purpose I truely seek.