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Now my stop comes up, but I want to hear more of what this man has to say, so I stay. I ask this
man if he believes in God, and he says he believes in a higher being but not a personal God. He
tells me that he doesn't believe in a God that intervenes with our daily lives and happenings.

He tells me he believes that someone made all that we can comprehend, that someone must have
put it all in motion because you can't make something from nothing, and then this being either
moved on to other things or decided not to incorporate itself into its creation.

Then he asks me if I believe there is a meaning to life. A purpose to our existence. I tell him that I
had been thinking about it ever since I got his note, and that I came to the conclusion that in order
for something to have a purpose, it has to have a reason for conception, or a beginning, and a goal,
or an ending. Sort of like how most people go to college to receive some kind of document so they
can have the chance to work in a specific field or have a certain job.

Your beginning is applying for the college with the intent of receiving some form of education,
and your ending is graduating knowing and understanding most of the knowledge you needed, and
now your goal or the purpose for that idea being conceived has been fulfilled. I tell this man that if
the universe has a beginning, then it must have an end, and therefore there is a good chance that
there is a reason why we are here.

Then I tell him that if the universe however does not have a beginning, then it has no end, and
every thing that we do is meaningless. There is no goal. He looks at me and he says that our lives
have a beginning and an end. I suppose we shouldn't be looking for the answers to why this
universe is here as a whole as opposed to why we are all here individually.

There is a brief pause, and then this man tells me his name is Roach. The last thing he tells me
before I wake up is that we either die accomplishing every thing or we die accomplishing nothing.

Today, those words make my think of Mary, about how she is trying to accomplish so much and
give meaning and purpose to her busy life, but in the end when her time has come, if she doesn't
feel that she led a fulfilled life, then just that one second of regret can make her feel as if she she
didn't accomplish anything. If however in her final days she feels that she did the best she could,
perhaps she will be at ease with herself and find solace. For that brief moment in time, she will feel
as if she has accomplished everything.

There was a time when I tried to tell Maria about this dream, but she didn't believe me because I
was so descriptive as if my memory was at some kind of inhuman level. The truth is my memory
isn't really at an advanced level. When I was with her I was consumed with the dreams I had, so I
spent days and nights thinking about them, studying them, and eventually it became so important
to me that my mind wanted to start remembering every piece of the dream so that I could later
dissect it.

After she left, when I started to take them more seriously, that's when my memory really got an
upgrade. Teachers always tell you that you are more likely to remember something if you write it
down and say it out loud. After writing and thinking about my dreams so much, I became more
aware of how they worked. Their patterns and what they were about. There are people around the