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)