It's funny; the stars glimmer in the sky, twinkling in the dark but it's light is billions of years old. We're so insignificant in the grand scheme of the universe, we strive the achieve manmade hopes. We feel accomplished, we feel content in our homes built from the ground, in our lives from our mothers. But why do we feel this? Why do we care for this? What causes it? Scientists say chemicals, religion says God, others say mother nature but who truly knows? From the day of our birth, of the planet, of civilisation, of ourselves, we sought...