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Why?


They always pondered a question that has an answer only yourself can answer

What are we doing here? What's the point?

Is there one?

The fact that we are able to live and create... Becuase

we can?

How? We can't even find anybody, that doesnt look like us, in this universe...

The fact is:

We are here...

"but Why? "one might ask

Good Question. Figure it out yourself?

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