Where does it come from, this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries, when the simplest of questions cannot be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream?
Perhaps we would be better off not looking at all, not delving, not yearning.

But that is not human nature, not the human heart, that is not why we are here.

Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world. To dream of hope, never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way, Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, touch our hearts, and share the pain of trying.

So much struggle for meaning, for purpose, and in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic, and the mundane.

The simple human need to find a kindred, to connect and to know in our hearts, that we are not alone.

exerpt from Heroes