I feel envious of you people. You seem to know why we're all here; you seem to think there's a specific reason, and you even have someone to give credit to. But me... I'm still trying to figure out why we do this. Why we strive to be something, only to lose it all in the end [& go wherever the end may take us]. So, that's why I'm not too worried about my future. At the very least, I'll be happy.