Refugee from the plains as a living in Colorado. I don't think that there is some gray-haired man in the sky granting wishes, but apparently something told me to breathe all night long and kept my heart beating. Not sure what that is or what I call it. I think we create our own reality, and when we can change our thinking we can change everything. That's the trick though isn't it? Hard enough trying to change your own mind much less someone else, and the world is getting pretty scary. There may be a reason why I'm here but I have no idea what it would be unless I'm on a cruel celestial prank show.