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Rummaging through billions of brain cells in a million cluttered closets just now,
feeling the pressure of a pressing situation that needed to be quickly resolved,
I, the one with the question, found myself being attracted to a cluster of certainty.
Luckily for me, my answer was all in a bunch. Therefore, I picked it out.
I made a decision. I made a choice. I made up my mind.
Or did I?
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“Which came first, Father?
This or That?”
My son, This was in The Beginning.
“Then where was That?”
Following This.
“Where is That now?”
It grew and transformed into This.
“So then That became This and no longer exists?”
Hmmm…please, get me the looking glass.
There now, yes. Here you are.
Now see this. In a mirror, That is you.
Without the mirror, you are This.
“How can That be at all?”
I only know This – this moment.
“Why did That happen?”
I never really knew That that well.
“This is all there is?”
We cannot wish for This to become That.
I wish for you to take This with you when you go.
Then and only then,
That would be better than This.
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