random sh*t

If a name is a tag, a term to address you with,what is really being?
What are you and who are you if the words that describe you are subjective, invented words which just facilitate the lifestyle of man?
What are you and who are you, if, in every place and every situation, you transform into somebody else, depending on who you are with, to optimize your own convenience?
What is this inconsistency which man has evolved with, this inconsistency which challenges man to doubt his existence as he slugs on in life to "please and fulfill" his own/or someone else's desires, even those of a "higher" being?
What really defines us, as an entity, as a human being?
Are we opulent servants who were given emotions which we are supposed to ignore with humility?
... Or are we the products of evolution; of the gift of Nature that, hypothetically, "sustains itself"?


The clock keeps on ticking - and I feel lost in time.


-Renee