*hum*
In life there is but two things that are certian, birth and death. For every begining there is an end. For every end there is a begining. Without one you can't have the other. Of course we already knew this, we all do. The puzzle is why we live our lives like we're gonna live forever. We work insane hours with the deliousion that after we finish this next thing we'll have some time to relax. We know it's a lie, but we can't face the lie that is our life. We compete to have busy lives, only using self as a means to an end, not to mention others as a means to an end. True humanity must be selfless? Is it possible to live selflessly?
