Is there any real purpose to our existence? Where will we go when we die, if anywhere? Will we be remembered by anyone? Will we be back for another go-around? I imagine most people ask themselves these questions at some point in their lives. When we are in the autumn of our lives, however, we contemplate and debate these issues on a nearly daily basis. Yet in reality, doesn't everybody want the answer to the question: Who am I, and what the **** am I doing here? This is a tale of eternal love. Yes indeed it is In this story we observe life as it follows a succession of seemingly random...