What makes us human?
What gives us purpose and meaning - compells us to go forth and do great things?
These emotions we experience - are they just chemicals in our brains, animal reactions that mean nothing, intangible?
Are we just animals wandering this earth until some disaster comes to take our lives which we hold so dear?
We are all victims of fate, leaves tossing on the wind.
No control over our own lives, our path already carved for us long ago.
The past is left to rest, unchangeable.