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.