One must imagine the suffering of the one without a face made of skin... a man without a face cannot smile, a man without a face cannot express himself for he cannot talk, a man without a face cannot cry, a man without a only can ponder... a man without a face is not a man but a puppet of flesh, nothing more than a brain in lifesupport... and why shud he live, is it worth to survive if I cannot express myself, is it worth to keep my blood pumping if I cannot feel joy, why do keep walking through a tunnel with no start or an end...

Purpose makes life worth, purpose is burden, burden makes life worth it.