I grew up in a loving household with two wonderful and hardworking parents. Two siblings: a brother and a sister, we were and still are very blessed. My parents worked hard to make sure we each had the best education and all three of us graduated from college, some more than others, but I’ll get to that later in the story; my addiction to school. Right now, I want to talk to you about the meaning of life. Your purpose, my purpose, the purpose of all on this planet. Close your eyes and begin to imagine dreaming dreams that were once impossible. Opening doors that were once closed and living a life filled with spiritual and fulfilling ecstasy, which comes from that quantum entanglement we all share. I have tried to live my life that way through sheer will, sometimes-brute force; trying to understand the complexity of my seven senses, yes, seven senses. Women have an innate seventh sense, which allows us to experience things men cannot. We are not single-minded individuals whose only desire is to feed the next gossip frenzy or water-cooler pansy. We are holders of creation, birth, rebirth, and sometimes destruction, but for the most part, we are the heralds of fairness, the deliverer of equality, and the molders of sane ideology.