Introspection.
Situation
analysis.
I think
therefore…..
Why
am I
here?
Why anything
at all?
Odds
of personal
existence.
Incalculable!
What’s the
point?
Luck
of the
draw?
Lottery
won?
Job
to be
done?
Computational
capacity
provided,
limited,
finite.
Creation
contemplation
bounded.
Brain
sprain
reflection.
How much
can be
known?
Undaunted
pressing
on.
Justifying
reality,
existence.
Ultimately,
to what
end?
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
All we can do is move on into what awaits us in our path of life John.
Andy
So true Andy. Thank you for reading.
JP
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