To exist is but an illusion. The world turns on thought, how di i or you exist if we are not known by others. Thos of the past that were simple without any thing to pass on do they still exist in the eyes of men in a different form? we only exist through memory other wises our lives were wasted. why is a person i draw from my mind any less real then me? becasue i created that person? or is it what i used to make them? am i just anoter image in the minds of thos who chose to see me? im only here if im seen, as well for every one else i think. want to live forever? be fembered, dont depend on death for enternal life.