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Countless times have people asked, Why are we here? And still the universe refuses to answer, never acknowledging the simplistic question being shouted from tiny voices. People pray to know what their purpose is or if there is a purpose. Demanding an answer to the misfortune that happens. But the universe stares coldly at the world, never uttering a single sound. And why should it? Why should such a grandiose power answer people who will die in the blink of an eye to never change or influence the course of life and yet people continue to shout asking and demanding for an answer or a sign. Nothing changes and the world continues to spin. The universe continues creating without reason. Spawning life from the palm of its hand.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
Universe
Countless times have people asked, Why are we here? And still the universe refuses to answer, never acknowledging the simplistic question being shouted from tiny voices. People pray to know what their purpose is or if there is a purpose. Demanding an answer to the misfortune that happens. But the universe stares coldly at the world, never uttering a single sound. And why should it? Why should such a grandiose power answer people who will die in the blink of an eye to never change or influence the course of life and yet people continue to shout asking and demanding for an answer or a sign. Nothing changes and the world continues to spin. The universe continues creating without reason. Spawning life from the palm of its hand.
arielknowels
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
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