Why is there air? Is it here to blow up basket balls? Is it here to let us breath? Or is it here to remind us that there things in this world that we cannot see but is very real? Receptive is to perspective as responsive is to understanding. This, I think, is the key to solving the mentality of all mankind and its addiction to self-destruction. By self-distruction I mean its mis-understanding to the meaning of life. Is life a concept? Or, like air, is it something that's there but we cannot see? I fear that we lack the senses provided by our human forms to percieve the epicness that likely resides in these questions. Are there answers? Or is this just another form of our self-destruction?