If you like it or not the sad truth about life is that it eventually comes to an end, or does it? When does time start and stop for you? Our prospectives change the way we see time as it passes but as time goes on do you really want to be the last one alive? Do you really want to live forever? Would you travel through time and change things or do things the same? What is stopping you from creating your own time line? Your very on way of life in your very own dimension? Or will it turn out to be the very same place you are already living?