Existential questions, text written in marker on a park lunch bench.
Who am I?
What comes after death?
If we were created by God, then how does God exist?
Did He create Himself?
Why do we live?
How do we exist?
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song: Rise – Public Image Limited
Even those who lose themselves in their own thoughts deserve a compass — asking for help is that compass.
The world — that is you, even if it’s fantasy; it’s your dreams.
