Well, I'm back now.
wherever "back" is.
Where is "back"?
Where is "home", for that matter.
This world is full of questions, many, of which go unanswered,
and they float down to the black muck of the river Styx,
to lie forlornly among broken promises and shattered dreams.
Our whole life, we search for who we are, and where we belong,
but what after that?
What mysterious lands lie beyond the known?
And once the questions are all answered, and our minds have had their fill, what then?
Do we become more sheep like, or simply disappear?
Or is there no end?
No end to the questions that become bigger and more complicated with every passing day?
Are we sent to rest in ignorance?
It is true, one cannot know everything.
Nor, does one perticularly want to know everything.
But will we ever find out,
will it ever be answered?
The colossal,
all consuming
query
of "Why"?
wherever "back" is.
Where is "back"?
Where is "home", for that matter.
This world is full of questions, many, of which go unanswered,
and they float down to the black muck of the river Styx,
to lie forlornly among broken promises and shattered dreams.
Our whole life, we search for who we are, and where we belong,
but what after that?
What mysterious lands lie beyond the known?
And once the questions are all answered, and our minds have had their fill, what then?
Do we become more sheep like, or simply disappear?
Or is there no end?
No end to the questions that become bigger and more complicated with every passing day?
Are we sent to rest in ignorance?
It is true, one cannot know everything.
Nor, does one perticularly want to know everything.
But will we ever find out,
will it ever be answered?
The colossal,
all consuming
query
of "Why"?
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