This was originally going to question the place of passion in our lives and the need to feel engaged with our reality.  I had believed that the greatest problem of our time was apathy and the illusion that we could control life and expect it to provide us with what we want at the time when we want it.  The more I think, the more I realise that the questions are far larger and that there is far more to be questioned and far more that we need to accept about the nature of life and reality.  The project has become something else.  I find myself asking far bigger philosophical questions.  Of course I am not a philosopher, or am I?  Why shouldn’t I be?  Why shouldn’t we all be?  Would the world be a better place if we were?  And what is philosophy anyway?  This and other questions I ask myself and equally attempt to answer.