One truth i am having issue with in particular is aging. I am aging just like everybody ages. I am watching my parents almost reach 80 years of age. While mom has Alzheimer's, she is still functioning even though she doesn't know my name anymore. But it goes deeper than what is happening right in front of me. I just feel that aging is a slow robbery, a deterioration of organic materials to be reprocessed within the ground. Some people believe they will live forever... and who knows, that may indeed be the case. But there can be no doubt, in my mind, that our stay here, however long it be, is a real drag as we age. I see kids disrespecting old people by calling them names or making fun of the way they walk without knowing a thing about them. I don't know. I'm sure I did that myself at some point way back when... so who the hell am I?