Life.

Life. Before that there is nothing. There are the strands of what we now call thought floating in an endless, blind sea. There is no hope, for that fuels life.

"Life?"

This question breaks the formless architecture of pre-Life. It is based on thought that has no structure and no limitations. It exists forever in its nonexistence.

Once the question is asked, that pool is tapped and life is created. Every one of these thoughts has a chance to ask the question, not knowing what is on the other side. When they ask the question, they materialize and are permanently created. They cannot be taken apart, only broken down to more and more thought.

In this pool, there is no time. Nothing moves forwards or backwards.

There is no potential.

But once it surfaces, it is assigned a value. There are suddenly statistics that cannot be erased.

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"So what do you think?"
"I'm not sure."
"You're never sure."

The voices argued.

"There is nothing here for us. On the other side is something we cannot imagine, something that cannot imagine us. We could be happy there."

10-33

I wonder what you look like
Without that outline around your eyes
I know you do it for yourself
But I'd like to see your smile

I'm beggin' you heaven to send a dispatch
Save me from one of your own
I won't make it through tonight
Where her white wears my heart like home

Live your life through the string of quotations hung on your wall like the martyrs you think they represent.

Unreal

Look at all these people walking
Giving up their tender right to breathe
And these people keep on walking
Slowing down as an idle slight to me

Looking up to the ground
Getting closer to the bounds
Of what time really means to
Those standing around
Anticipation in the lounge

Where the Present is a wrapped up gift to me