My father always said that there is a loneliness that exists in each luminescence- a string that goes round and round tying and untying thoughts, and somewhere in that whorl of loneliness we find ourselves. It is at this time that a human being questions the very foundation of his existence and an existential crisis looks him in the eye. Who am I? What is the purpose of my existence? What is the meaning of my life? These questions appear simple, but when one starts delving into the depths of their complexity, one begins to see the realities of life. Life and death become rays falling gently on shining midnight waters. All of a sudden you are a philosopher brushing shoulders with Aristotle finding answers to your existence.