What is life? A detail. A piece of the everything that is us. This one piece of everything. That is us. That is me, this is me. These words, that is.
How can one define such a thing? We move. We do thing's. We emulate the nature of the stars, the galaxies, and all else that surrounds us. We move forward. We keep at it. We don't stop, we cannot, it is not the nature of a being attached to the universe.
Working on it