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Teach me the lesson of elder
For youth spites the appearance of life

as

The aged passes with the commence of freedom

Time exists only amongst fantasy
While

Space is the Ficticious Boundaries
of rumor between children.

Do we live amongst the dimensions?

Or do we,

They who consume matter,

even exist?

What is Space?

What is Time?

What is Life itself?

Qustions,

Questions that hold more mystery then their fellow answers.

answers...

that are left to journey,

bound by the relinquish of the inferior thought

lingering forever inside infinity

bound within a mind which is far too human to even breach the template of proper contemplation.

Who am i to question the foundation of the atom?

Why God?

Why do you convey no answers

as the human mind is rebuttled and contested

into struggling to grip the concept of the origin of our own anatomy

while attempting to fathom the structure of the beautiful world of which surrounds us.

I have heard before

in a source
which relevance may seem underwelming.

but

the question:

"Why does God make us feel the questions

when he does not give the answers?"