There are a million deep questions, things that we, as humans all strive to know

Why do we exist in the first place?

That confuses me.

What lies beyond our greatest voyage into the unknown?

That frightens me.

No. That terrifies me.

There are a million questions such as these.

But no satisfactory answers exist.

So we invent out of our feeble minds all the abstract things we cleave to.

We invent religion to give us hope of an after-existence existence.

We create feelings of superiority over the other creatures that we share our planet with.

For all we do; all we strive to do is to share.

When our mothers bear us to this earth, she shares with us her life.

As we grow, our learning experience is communal, the teachers share what they know with us, in hopes that we may use their wisdom to better the world; better ourselves.

We long to hold another person in our arms and be loved until the end of time. We long to be connected to someone. This is love, finding someone to connect with for as long as that connection shall last.

And finally, when we pass on, when our light is snuffed out by the cruel hand of time, we pray to our deities to keep us with the ones we loved in life, so that for eternity, we may share a bliss that was promised to us centuries ago.

Onemillion questions exist.

But even the answer I have created for myself brings little comfort. In the end, all I want is to share what we have left of the paradise of our forefathers, before it is completely destroyed.

What can we gain from this destruction of paradise?

One million and one questions exist.