What do we make of our lives?? Are they simply a concatenation of different distances with different endings? Do not most of us hope to love and be loved, to be successful in meeting our goals be they accruing wealth or helping create peace around the world? And don't so many of us spend our lives fighting our demons be they alcoholism or the like? So many of our lives are filled with heartbreak and sorrow, torment and tragedy. Humanity runs a race that has no finish line. The most important question each runner must ask isΒ Β "Did I realize my real self?"