So what are we exactly looking for as we live out our entire lives on  little pieces of rock floating on seawater y'know, to nitpick...the rock isnt floating on seawater...if it floats  
it uh..floats on magma..i suppose. oh i shldnt have started this.sorry. orbiting the solar system (which, incidentally is being flung out away from the centre of the universe at millions of kilometres per hour). Are we looking for job satisfaction? Or are we meeting needs set by our personal lifestyle demands? Are we looking for ever more ways to make money? you sound like a bank commercial. Or are we just here to have our own personal chance at getting a ticket into Heaven after living out a moral life? It is here that I propose a most stunning hypothesis (which I have to introduce so that we may all see my point): That we are merely chemical beings. We are but a cluster of cells which, in order to survive as a coherent whole are busy sending signals to each other, be it via neurotransmitters across synapses, or molecules of specially designed hormones that traverse the entire course of our bodies via blood capillaries in search of the target organs. likely i missed a point but this stunning hypothesis sounds so much like my bio syllabus for the final exams.  

    And now we come to what does this cluster of cells, which is not so different from a nation, want? Of course it has to survive, that goes without saying. And thus this rather motley bunch of organisms will feed when they need to, excrete when it has to and some members even, in an amazingly altruistic display, commit cellular suicide for the good of the body-nation. look! a devious reference to the evil carcinogenic radiation from cellular phones~! But what we must ask is: what is the purpose of its survival? As would be expected, these cells would of course hope to achieve cellular nirvana one day, thus attaining immortality. why? wldnt want to be immortal. not on earth anyway. tedious and boring. and life is lost by immortality. However, since a built-in timer has been set in the all our cells (except those renegade commando cells with oncogenic ammunition) we, as a body only have a while stocks last only type of limitation imposed on us. But no way are these cells going to give up without a fight. They decide on the next closest thing to immortality: reproduction. YES!! SEX!!! the good stuff.~!!!  

    And there we have it: we are here on planet Earth to procreate (yes, I definitely hear some cries of protest, though most are of disgust. And some stunned silence to boot) stop thinking like the censorship board . To copulate in fact. euphemisms. just say it! S-E-X! SEX! And the beauty of this whole grand scheme who thought of it? is that we need not overburden mother Earth with multiple replicas of ourselves. who would've thought. but then again.. "you are absolutely unique...just like everyone else." -someone. We almagate our very essence of individuality, our DNA, with a partner (hey, we share too… even at the cellular level) in the hope that our selves will be in some part, preserved on this wonderful planet of ours. yar. years after u die, someone will breathe in oxygen that used to be your leg. morbid. 

    All the things we do: earning tons of cash, buying a house, driving fancy cars, wearing nice clothes, working out to look good….. all the things we do? since when do we earn tons of cash, buy houses, drive fancy cars and work out? haha. wish wish. all are but part of the huge process in making ourselves desirable to the members of the opposite gender. However, I hasten to add that, to put it crudely, having sex is not the sole aim in life. This rather miraculous collection of cells that we are have something very valuable, called foresight. We know that to procreate is not enough, that we have to ensure the infant's survival. And so it is with this secondary aim that we continue to slog our lives away to hoard more cash (to feed the drooling youngster, to educate him/her) to buy better houses (so that he/she need not spend half the night searching for cardboard boxes) and buying cars (interestingly enough.. the act of allowing teenagers to drive does seem rather counter-instinctive now does it not?) again. this buying cars....and the 21 age limit...supposed to come into effect when? but wait, I do hear some protests now: What about love?, they say.  
protester 1: "what about love? we say."  
protester 2(male): "oh geez. u know its just all about sex."  
protester 3: "thats right!! lets get back to the sex!!"  
protista: "what about us? we're the original organisms! where's our bit in this?"  
But is the love we feel not just a flood-release of neurotransmitters in our brains when we see a familiar face that we are comfortable with? or cheeseburgers....or chocolate....or Beck...Why should it not be just a massive release of endorphins so that we get that ecstatic feeling? (in which case we would all know how these supposed love-potions would work, would we not?) i thought love potions didn't work. but ecstacy does, in that way...and then there's chocolate! aphrodisiac love potion. and yummy too. without queer bits of tiger. After all, in amnesiacs, when they see their former husbands or wives, do they feel love when they stare into this unfamiliar face thrust into their visual field? you start to explain then u ask a question. now im curious. do they? Or has something gone terribly wrong, like getting severe head injuries...so much so that the stimulus for 'love' is not present anymore? esp if the lover did the bonking...of the head that is..  

    As I have emphasised earlier on, I do not pretend to be right. In fact, for all I know I could be way off the mark as far as my concepts are concerned. But we learn, do we not? For all those who disagree, take a minute or two on those bus-rides to think why I am wrong. what's there to disagree with? i suppose you mean your idea, that people are cell processes and no more? i Disagree. why? coz i do. and because its so tempting to simplify rather than diversify(see ur own quote below)and also the simplest explanation most often is the right one. But, to myself, i am more than that. To the world, i am just a statistic, to the universe i am no more than a cell, and to the ends of infinity, i am nothing. Do i matter to you? then i am more than matter. If not, then it doesn't matter. don't be angry with me about this...im tired of doing english essays. (feedback is most welcome) And for those who agree totally, do not be a fool, because I know that at the very most, I am only partially right. i think this is cool....like how many pple actually spend time thinking, then writing an actual essay on their thoughts, and then to go even further, send the entire text to all their friends? so brave, i applaud you.