It can occur to you that the world is truly centered around you. That possibly the creatures around you are figments of your imagination, a made up fantasy of a dream that forms into whatever your life is. Or you could possibly be the created figment of someone's dream... except you have been exquisitely imagined and sculpted into the spirit you are to bring someone else along on their journey. Ever heard of the butterfly effect? You were created into a carefully crafted creature meant for one purpose. For that one purpose, you had to get somewhere into that life to complete the purpose, and by then your life has meaning, and your reason for creation is taken away. For example, say that your purpose was to point a person in the direction of someone else who was their friend and soon to be your friend, who then would give you a ring a few years later. For this to happen, you would have to work up to a certain standing point in your years to associate with this person, support this person. You would have had to grow up for your maturity to be recognized enough to listen to your suggestions. And yet, when the reason that you did this was over, you were still there. You were still friends with that previous stranger. You still keep on living. You never know when the reason for your existence has passed. You don't know if there is a reason for your existence. The reasons for life can't and won't make themselves known, and all we can ever do is imagine. Imagine, and imagine again.

And when that person has passed on, the person you were designed to grip by the arms and heave up the path, what do you do with yourself?

Nothing, because you don't know that you were made to help them.

Or do you?