All human endeavor is just killing time on this blue green rock, we're all just killing time in the vast cosmos of eternal light, eternal night, the everness of time, the father of the mother, in a realm of terrestrial beings. To know or not to know is the day in age question of life lesson. That we float on through time revolving around the heated circumference of this orbital motion, can we recall the last life? Can we see the next? Is there a sky or what's below? We can only suspend our suspicions in ways of our own comprehension, witch leads me to believe we only understand from our own level of perception. And that what we sometimes think is deceiving our standards to improper but proper fractions. For everything is, and everyone is, witch makes you, me and us, we. For I am he, as you are we, and we are all together, see how we run though time as you run with me and we can be forever free, but question all and you will be only what you question to be. For everything is, so just be.