I really only know a few things for sure... nothing good just happens, and all things I use as creature comforts were made by someone; as wonderful as the body is, it just did not happen, it was made; I know nobody who is 150 years old, so my days are therefore numbered... If I'm wrong, and I've done good with my life and not hurt people, then that is okay; If I'm right, I'll see Heaven... ain't taking the chance... like I said, I know nobody who is 150 years old! I know my Redeemer!