Who are you? What are you other than breathing? Do you have feelings, your dream, your past? How are you different from a piece of rock, your thoughts or your will? If you take out the things that make you you, what is left? A piece of meat, bones, your soul? Where do you feel you belong? To this planet, to heaven or to hell? How hard is it for you to walk the fine line of your destiny? Do you believe in reality, the flow of time, the sunrise, the existence of life? Is it all a riddle for you? Do you have an answer for what you are wondering, all questions, all wrongs? You were created as a human, but will you really die as a human? How will you know the answer from within yourself, when creation is such a superior concept that you cannot understand it, and you can't even ask questions?