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Why, who makes such of life?

As for me I know of nothing else but life

Where I think about dying

Or whether I think about living

Or think about who brought us here

Or why we were brought here

Or some people say “god” brought us

Or some people consider being born is a miracle

Or why we think about life

Or why we think about death

Or why we can see with our eyes

Or why we can touch with our hands

Or why we can hear with our ears

Or why we can taste with our mouths

Or why we can smell with our noses

These with the rest of life, one and all, are to me as life