If one of us could ascend to the heavenly realm and for a few hours accompany the divine on His daily rounds, he would see below millions of his fellow humans busily hurling themselves into the passions, sports, and action of those around him. But if our observer had the power and omniscience of the Lord, he would also feel and sense, pulsing through and vibrating from every one of us here below, a desperate and unending plea, Notice me! I want to be known admired, and loved by the whole world! And it is this, this glorious weakness, this dependence of ours on each other, that makes some of us usually heroes and fools at the same time.
We don't have a biography.
I'm male, say nothing