We're always asking ourselves while we lay in our beds staring at our ceiling or out in the field staring at the sky: what is life, what is our purpose, what is the meaning of it all , as if some part of us was saying it's just not real, it's just something keeping us here entertaining us; keeping us involved and in some ways every time we think about slipping away into some deeper state of mind some form of inner peace, there's always something that takes us away some simplicity of life. Friends and families are pulling you by the arm: come along with us, watch this, do this, do that. I mean while we always wonder what is life as if something was watching us, something observing us, wondering is this the one, is this one different than all the others. And yet as soon as we begin to drift away something else shudders and strikes our life to...