What world is this? What space and what time? What body is this I inhabit? And what road is this I travel? What world is this? This is the world in which I live, until it's that in which I did and then this world that is, is but a world that was.
Perhaps it never?
We know not how long we have, only that we have not long, for the world it is until it isn't and then perhaps it never. Was it really ever? The world we know will come and go leaving no trace of our place.
Woe is man?
Woe is man to whom so much is given only to be taken. But life was given and perhaps it is to enhance appreciation that we have it taken.