So why are you still here?
Some time last year something happened to me which changed my view of the world somewhat. I began to see what was going on. Two weeks after that I discovered how you were doing it. Two weeks after that I killed my self.
That was just to survive.
Says something about this world, doesn't it?
But here's a thought. If time does not exist, and I'm lead to believe it's true. Then for what we describe as time to work the way we perceive it to work somebody has to enforce continuity. But I'm lying by the side of the M60 and my life is flashing before my eyes, so why am I still here?