Why?

  Why am I here? It is a question as old as mankind, yet it has never been answered.  We live our lives, most of us manage to have a couple kids, maybe do some charity work, and make a few friends along the way. Then we die, and get shoved down a six-foot hole, covered by dirt. A fitting end? Hardly.

       But then, there are others; the Mother Theresa's, the Alexander Grahm Bells, the Ben Franklins, The Abraham Lincolns---people who actually make a difference in the world. They get the same as the rest of us. A hard life, then a hole in the ground. "We are born to die" as the old saying goes.  Why?

      Why do millions die in wars, thousands are wiped-out in natural disasters, hundreds are killed at the hands of man-made machines! And yet we continue to come into this world, one after another, forever. Is this the work of your God? To promise you the gift of life, but put limitations on it?

     If none of this makes any sense to you, then welcome to my world. None of it makes any sense to me.