I have asked myself the following question many times: What is life and why does it exist? Why am I sitting in this chair right now, trying to figure out why I exist? Once in a great while, I'll create an answer and go with that answer for a time. But then something will happen, I will re-evaluate my life and the answer will get lost and I'll find a new one. I thought all of this very unsettling. Surely there must be one right answer which means that every time I came upon something which I thought was an answer, I was wrong. Now I'm not so sure. I am coming to believe that the purpose of one's life may well change through the natural course of events known as living. For a time, one answer to "Why am I here?" rings true and is true, for that time. Then, something happens and the life changes, thus, the answer changes. Perhaps it would be best to say that there is no right answer, but the fact that we ask the question may say something.

I worry about our species. The human race as a whole seems to have a penchant for trying to annihilate itself. We have great weapons of mass-destruction. In fact, they're so great that in some cases, if used "properly", they would destroy the entire planet and all life there on, save possibly the cockroach and such beasties like it. Why is that? Why do we feel the need to fight and struggle against others of our race? Isn't it enough to struggle through the lessons we have to learn on this planet? Ah, but one might say that it is "just" and "right" to struggle against an oppressor or an oppressive society. Certainly that would be true by most standards so then we must change the question. Why do some feel the need to oppress and control others? Ah ha. Now there is a question. Why do I wish to control my neighbor or a family member? Does it make me better than they are if I can control them, or does it simply mean that they have given me the illusion that I control them and in reality, they are the ones in control? The tower of Psycho-babble looms over head and the Buddhists surround it, snickering under their collective breath. Why is a fish? (No, that is not a typo.) Why is a fish?? My response: Why not?