Time

It's hard always searching...for what? Why? Always wondering why I'm here and what purpose my life is. Generally I tend to think there is no reason for life. It just is be it by random chance, or brought forth by a supreme being who came, created and has long gone. Reminds me of an episode of Twighlight Zone where Lee Marvin owns a robot as only, supposedly in they future, they were allowed to box. Well, Marvins robot, the T-6000 (or whatever) was an older model. By then the sport was being dominated by the T-9000 model much superior. Anyway, it could be we are an old, obsolete model, but our arrogance makes us believe we are special, which is probably a good thing and necessary for our survival.