Reality eats away at you and breaks you down into dust.  Makes you question why you were even brought into existence. The question of questions, the unanswered "why" becomes more obscure when you peel away at it's layers.  It's almost like why is an answer in itself. An expression.  Proof.  There is something going on here.  What it is, is always up for debate and interpretation.  The fight to keep it going never ceases, even though dust will always be our fate.

Good morning beautiful world :)