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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To You that was it. So our We-space ends. I sit with the rest, trying to make sense. Questions to the World. Questions to myself ( empty all dried up hanging in thin air like dropped suspended frozen, left behind ) From here: Where to turn… How… CAN I connect?