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Sep 2010
Hello you,

My most trusted perfect stranger.
What keeps us here in this dogmatic state?
Life?
Virtue?
Tradition?
Lack of faith?
Mistrust?
Or maybe we re all just sitting around pondering some long forgotten riddle?

The two that were once so far apart
are now lumped together in the same box,
How could we have over looked this?
Zarathustra, why do you plague us with your one?
Vedas, why must you all plague us with your many?

Yet, here we sit in silence....  
Must we forgive and respect each other?
Or go at war over this dispute?
I respect you for your faith in nothing,
I respect you for your faith,
But do you respect me for mine?

For what is all of this but a bunch of
Useless mutterings with ourselves?
What are all these abstract hypothesis?

I know not the answer to all of these questions,
But one day I will, and I will ponder it for the rest of my days.
Original, written 9/10/10
Written by
Bryar Trent
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