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It is hard to grasp 'Life', for what it's worth. As much as I like to see humans, as  a species , with a low value of self-preservation, I know that the thing that makes us what we are is wonderful. We have feelings. Feelings which we have developed to fit into this flow of constant progress. Ones life, is a storm of content, information, and desire. A cauldron of greed, disappointment, and ascendancy. And when we die, it all dies with us. Our endless curiosity, drives us through hell and back, to damnation and redemption, just to fade away on a hospital bed, in the heat of battle, or under the wheels of a speeding truck.