When you have been removed from every place and person, have forgotten every feeling and ambition, are left with merely a scarce sense of home, some love, others lead, but few truly live. They cannot remove themselves from the notion that what they think may not be what others think, that what they feel is most important when they feel it. They cannot help but believe their own word above another, nor give another point of view a willing chance. When some things or experiences in your life are overshadowed by a singular aspect, should you not question that shady aspect? And what of the concern of ultimality; why do humans, a terminal being, concern with what is permanent and what is changing? A man is born to breathe, he breathes to feed, he feeds to crawl, he stands, walks, then talks. then he learns. until he leads. When his body dies, his memory lives. But his feelings are illusions of his stimulus. If he cares for what he has no control he believes others will come together to cha