A friend of mine asked me an intriguing question. For the first time in my life I actually feel like I have enough of my own understanding to give him what I feel is an answer. At this point I am going to borrow from the concept of The Wanderer. I feel like I am coming from that place of the creator and am looking in at him thinking okay I am going to wake another one up. Kinda like Neo in the matrix, I'm out of the Matrix but at times have to go in for specific reasons. I'm sure allot of people are thinking I am full of it right now. The truth is it is strange being me. The self I feel is it the self you feel? Are we all one person having Billions of experiences? In a way I believe that's we are like grains of sand molded into Glass, which shatters then grinds back to sand, "Okay I'll keep this simple and short. 200 years ago, we were nothing. We did not exist. Our brains were not created yet. We were...