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Thus spoke Pico Pabusa:
To begin with, to be accurately edible, that of which can be swallowed. A world; in fact, a universe; in fact, further than can be obtained through scientific knowledge; an 'everything', an endless possibility; something to never be grasped.
More importantly than further discussion, specifically that of the place we consider 'Earth', that to which 'we' only have a name or answer to. Was it 'we' or something of a likeness or 'nothing then something' that began 'this'?
To define 'this' is impossible. To define anything is impossible. We rely on interpretation and we all have individual ideas to form the basis of debate. How can one's answer be correct; how can it be wrong?
To begin is to eventually end. There is never a beginning. This is because there is never going to be an ending. To one's life, yes; to one's name, yes; to one's specie, yes. But after all that 'it' presents to its availability, what can ever be accomplished through conclusion?
We have been created through a highly active imagination from one generation to the next. Where did 'it' all begin?
The answer is forever adaptive through the passage of time. With one statement from a past generation and taught to the younger, does the revolution start.
We accept what will benefit our comprehension. The father's voice of one may differ from that of another's. And so beliefs will be separate from person to person.
No one will accomplish accepting another in perfect matched construction of character. This is so as is to believe that the reasons for existence are infinite.
No one will have a clone to identify with.
No one will have your exact point of view.
There is no answer.
Where and when did it all begin?
It may have never started.
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