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?