It all began when the Martians invaded. They let themselves die, as if death didn't matter to them. I wondered, do they share consciousness between bodies? Then I asked, what is consciousness? Isn't it just the ideas in my head? And ideas are just information - and information only matters when it is shared!

At that point I began to see time and space differently. I began to define myself by the ideas I share with others. At that moment I began to live inside other people's heads. Time and space were no barrier.

Shall I carry on? Or do you want to cut to the meaning of life? Or do something else?