What am I? I am just a body made up of various parts. I have eyes, a nose, and a mouth like the majority of us. I have two legs for kicking and two arms for holding. When I take the time to dissect the universe, I realize just how small and irrelevant I am. The tree have a purpose, as does the water. Even the ******* bees have a purpose. Do I have a purpose? If so, what is my purpose? To please others? To love someone with all that I have? Well I don't have a **** thing and everything that crosses my path somehow, metaphorically, turns to dirt. I cannot fulfill my 'purpose'. So, I'll ask once more. What am I? I am a carcass with a heartbeat. In the scheme of the universe, I am completely useless. And that, that means that I am nothing. Nothing at all.