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I am a chance Standing on the back of great improbability Formed by sheer coincidence And the random vastness of the universe Yet I am supposed to Believe? In meaning, purpose, no How may I? My very essence What mystics call a soul Is but the product Of a million, random Bizzare happenings That impressed themselves Forcefully upon my psyche How then, if this, is 'life' May I believe In meaning, or purpose How, I wonder
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
A chance
I am a chance Standing on the back of great improbability Formed by sheer coincidence And the random vastness of the universe Yet I am supposed to Believe? In meaning, purpose, no How may I? My very essence What mystics call a soul Is but the product Of a million, random Bizzare happenings That impressed themselves Forcefully upon my psyche How then, if this, is 'life' May I believe In meaning, or purpose How, I wonder
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18/M/Liminal space
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
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