I've had a lot of alone time over the past few weeks. Most days I spend almost entirely in my own head, avoiding the physical torment I voluntarily endure - instead meditating on life, and death. Thoughts from how I want to spend my life to what song I want played at my funeral. Before my journey thru Vietnam I seldom contemplated life and death to such a degree; instead I assigned generalities to cover a wide range of issues to save myself the trouble. It pays to dive deeper - to try and touch the roots of your existence and what it means to you in a world that you did not create. Everyone has a version of what it is to exist and it's crucial to question what that version is for yourself.