The world is a place of penance, and worse none of us know the reason for such condemnation. We continue to suffer week after week, day after day, hour after hour and minute after minute until the day we die. The experience of life is something quick and limited, in no way do we have control over where we are born, how we are born, and why we are born. We are thrown into the world as disposable thinking-beings, our only certainty being that of death, that is, we live to die, we suffer to live.