Because I am living, we are all living. Even if we are all dead, in a sense, although I'm not sure which. Perhaps it's because we all have hopes, which we are constantly waiting to have fullfilled, so in essence we cannot truly be alive, because we are waiting to live. So maybe we aren't dead, maybe we just float somewhere in between life an death, in between those seldom minutes when we achieve our desires, and finally live for a little while. Those moments are the time that we forget about the distress that we have no name for that occurs in between our moments of true alive-ness.