My life We live our life like it is something that really matter or important. Is it ? One day I die and all my life will mean nothing. I definately could start fantasize about soul that survives and reincarnation and so on. But if I put aside these fantasies, that are comfort to think, then I will stand with bare fact - everything I have and I am will end once, like light that is turned off. Where is it ? Does the brightness of light that is turned off really matter?