First there is the world.  The world is a busy place.  People go to and from what ever it is that they are doing very fast because they believe it is important to something that should be the greater good.  At least that is what the ego maniacs will say when you ask them why they are in such a hurry to go to that some place to do that some thing that they think is very important.  So many pieces of literature, history, art, and personal lives tell every one that in the end on a very one on one world that we are nothing but the sum of our memories and actions.  One person once told me that religion is nothing but a way for one to deal with his/her own mortality.  In the end is it a good thing?  I mean the gentlemen that created the A Bomb, in the end do you think when they were lying on their death bed they said, “Hey that was a good thing!”?  Creating new life is a great thing, I think.  I don’t know anymore.  The longer I live the more I think that I just want this life, my life, to end.  I try to be a good person; I try to be a good father, lover, boyfriend, friend, son, and grandson.  In the end though I end up doing what I believe most people want to do, be greedy.  Maybe my look out on life is just a jumble of my own misgivings, just a collection of my own failings and disappointments.  So when I try to do something that I believe is in good intentions I end up only messing up what I had a good thing of.  At least I am not one of those people who want to change the world.  Not saying that is a bad thing or a good thing, just saying at least if I was one of those people I would probably screw it up.