I often find myself desperately searching for the definition of life. What the hell I am looking at through stereovision and black frames. Its hard to believe I was once microscopic, once ceased to exist, and eventually will not exist. It's hard to come to terms with the fact that unless I do something paramount, make a dent in the universe, I will be forgotten. Would it matter if I heard the click of a gun pressed against my head? Would anybody ever know that I existed? Should I lead a life of fun and games, or should I try to cure cancer. …
