In fact, i don't know, I guess i have some sleeping disorder but not in the bad way this time. Well, people seemed to be, not believing the existence of me.....my existence. Some said, I walked out from the books.......some said....they believe that I am built for a special purpose.......Well.....looks like people have chosen their belief.....that someone like me.......is very unreal. I don't exist........but....I am still here, i mean, at least i am still a living person, it is in my time..... Some people mentioned to me that I am always spotted among humans........but i always wonder, i thought i was always neglected in the past. If i could be found in one look, why would people not see me.............I guess it is believing.......Only those who believes......will see. Don't try to find me in there, I am not in that photo, pardon me. When the days......of me.....go passing down the shaded corridor.......It is no longer important to a dead man, neither it is to a living one now. Hence makes not much difference, isn't it. We live in our time, we perish at the end, and if ourselves do not believe that we exist, no one will come to read our story book. That belief......is soul. That is my philosophy