The Question

I was born in your ancestors

And I still live in your mind

I thrive on curiosity

And come alive between minds

Without me the world as you know it wouldn’t exist

The imaginary world

The built world

I built religion, politics, money

I can build more

I can build on myself

And be traced back

I am the Question

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