Existence or pursuit. Existence as tied to our worldly interactions, sense of self, sense of being, or sense of thought. Existence is a gift, consciousness even more. As machinery, just biological creatures, roaming, procreating, pursuing, consuming, and eventually leaving a footprint that shapes and determines a (better?) future that they themselves will not ever see. From ash, atoms, dust, DNA, or simply earth, there exists millions of species, all with varied levels of consciousness. To question our own existence is one thing, but to use it to actively contribute and influence a chain of present and future reactions is something even greater. We connect, we grow, we form a collective. The notion of a collective species as one is not commonly thought of. Primitive is the only way to describe our thoughts and divide, whether power or evil consumes and divides is a debate that rages on in every era until our time. Current fads, social media, corporate controlled interests, methodologies for shaping human interactions and disseminating whatever influences that shape and form our ideals. Despite where we stand today in our belief of bringing all together, nothing will save us from what is written in each person's own destiny. The only truth in this world is death. The framework upon what to live, and how to live, based on growth, contributions, understanding, and above all freedom, the glorious pseudo-freedom that keeps us ticking and feeling in control of everything around us. And how little of that we actually control until the very end. Likely only time will tell some truth, on a timeline that transcends what we are capable of seeing in our limited lives, because in a few hundred or few thousands years from now, isn't what we see and what we know of reality going to change, vastly beyond what we could ever imagine today? And if this is true, and if we exist a few thousand years from now, what would we have wanted from our species to transcend? Is the battle time? Are we here to transcend time, defeat time, perhaps even play with time, just as a settled and perched rock is as alive as any other object around it, doesn't it transcend time much better than us? Million of years they say, it has been witnessing oceans rise and fall, meteors hit and miss, species come and go. If the big bang is how it exists, then isn't there an answer as to how it leaves? Is this life not heaven for some, but hell for others?