Perhaps we are fragments of the infinite, droplets of thought merging into the ocean of time. Fleeting moments of consciousness, self-sustaining yet intertwined with the cosmos. Life remains an enigma—a paradox of meaning and meaninglessness, where the very search for answers becomes the purpose itself. Look closer, and you see only the droplets—individual, distinct, seemingly unconnected. Pull back, and the design emerges—a greater pattern, a hidden meaning. Meditate on the vastness of the whole and the intimacy of its parts, and marvel at the mystery of existence, breathing life into questions that may never find answers.
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