What does it truly mean to be alive? If it is merely that one breathes and consumes, then we are nought but beasts; and if is merely that we think and are conscious, then we are merely someone else's expression. For all that we do and believe surely comes from other's experiences or desires, and through our understanding of other's. The question at hand: What does it mean to be human? If it is only what we can see and understand; then for what purpose do we exist?