Precisely Gandalf. We are only here for a short time and nobody knows when we have to leave. I find great solace in that it is a beautiful kind of melancholy. I cannot imagine planning out every step of one's life calculating one's Returns on financial instruments and thinking about it all the time. It eats away at one's soul and removes any kind of existential Beauty. All we need is water and a place to sleep and a few bites of food here and there. We need no cars we need no cigarettes we need no wide screen TVs it is all a bunch of b*******and I cannot wait till it all comes Crashing Down.