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Questionable Thinking


What is the meaning of our being?

Why is it that there is so much violence?

How are there so many questions that go unanswered?

There is so much to know but only a blink of time to find the knowledge.

What happens after death?

With lives seeming to be meaningless in the existence of all, what is the great objective?

Some say to love, I believe that is just a misused word with little truth to it anymore.

Science might say to reproduce, but how can we keep polluting this world with our growing numbers and when does our efforts become too much?

Many question religion while there is not evidence to prove.

But how did this whole thing called life begin and where does it go from here?

So many questions to go unanswered and the only thing we can do is hope for another chance to find them.

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