what is the point when we all know what is going to happen? we are all going to die but it is only a matter of when. No force of man could stop it but, maybe a woman, only joking. So, what makes life livable, I think it is the small moments that bring a smile to my face, but how will I a achieve a new smile if I do not know what is its cause. I suppose that one could say that all life is, is just trying to discover new things to keep away a frown, that is all there is. I want to be happy I guess, but does that really help my imagination?