What is life? Is it something that you have but lose when you die? What are we but puppets to our own consciences? We live day after day, living for nothing but ourselves then leave this world forever. What is the point of living when you will die sooner or later? Die today, die tomorrow, die a year from now. Is our existence simply to live and then vanish into oblivion? Or do we have some other hidden purpose. A hidden, unknown purpose, the hidden purpose to humanity, the hidden purpose to life, the key to life, the answer that will save us all. Are these magnificent titles for something that doesn’t exist? If only we knew the true purpose of our existence. If we knew, would it ruin the way we live today? We may never know.