What is life? Is it change? Is there something unchanging in all
   of it? What's the "you" that's underneath all the drama and
   clutter of life? Is it your emotions? Brain chemistry? Your
   certainty? Your power to reason things through? Well, there is a
   "something" underneath it all. Maybe it's the mathematical
   product of your every experience contrasting with your current
   experience. Maybe it's a swirling "something" that is formless,
   memoryless, bodyless, timeless? Maybe it's real. Maybe it's an
   illusion. Maybe it's a bit of all of these things.
   But there's one thing I can say for certain: your attitude
   towards yourself and towards the life you find yourself thrust
   in determines your happiness. You take yourself wherever you go.
   Do you love the person you are taking with you, or at least
   tolerate that person? Do you see yourself responding a certain
   way to life and a voice inside goes, "No, No, what are you
   DOING?!?" yet you behave that way anyhow? Who is that voice?
   Some say God. Some say conscience. I personally consider it the
   "kid Ken" who has been judging my every move and calling out the
   actions of its older tenant. I don't always listen. I'm usually
   glad when I do. Although... sometimes, he's just a stupid kid.