Life I mean? There are billions of our dead buried in our Earth. Dating all the way back to the beginning of human history. Yet..I think at times we like to think we are immortal. People in my office have been arguing whether an old corrupt politician should be left out of prison early in order to see his dying wife. He's 84 years old. He will be dead one day, soon enough. At some point we all will be. If one thing history shows us, we all die. So we hurry in our cars to go to and from work. We work ourselves to the grave in order to make money to buy things. Even the richest man in the world wont be able to take his posessions with him, when he dies. So we try and make our lives more fullfilling. We love others. Love becomes entangled, love sometimes brings betrayal and loss. I am still grieving for a lossed love I once knew. We try to fullfill our lives with things that will make us happy. Overeating, drinking, smoking, drugs, sex etc...all of those things actually can bring us closer to our demise. We try to fullfill our lives with faith only to find that we are ridiculed by those who have no faith. And yet the faithful and non believers will also all die. As I sit typing this, suffering from a recent loss: sickness, both physical and mental; and some big time issues that are creeping up, I wonder, is there a point in all of this, really?