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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THE PAST LIPS ARE NOT DECEASED Why not look at the beauty your memory holds,  so nourishing that light can be. The past’s lips are not deceased. Let them comfort you if they can.  – Kabir (c.1440 – 1518)