Life

Life
Lately I have been pondering the meaning, the meaning of life that is, and I found that I was at war with myself. Constantly going back and fort betwen ideas. It was hard to figur out which were fact, and wich were fiction. These thoughts that i have had have been, well some disturbing, and others mind blowing. And in the end the only concluson that i have come to is life is a simple illusion. Life consists of the present past and future, so if ther was no past ther wold be no present, and wit no present no future.But the past leaves us, and so it no longer exists, and the future has not hapened, sot exists not iether, so is life only the present, or is the present not real. Even now as I type these words its become the past, but i ave found that it is better to leave this subject alone. Simpletons will detroy themselves searching for the base of life, and the higher enlightend ones will simply know, and enjoy that they can enjoy it.