you ask me to tell you the meaning of life
and I say I do not know but look there how that tree catches the light on each of its sweet pink blossoms even as it grows and changes too slowly for our eyes to see. look at the spider as it jumps its way across an iron-woven table leaving silky threads behind that never seem to cross each other twice. look at the bird resting on its branch for just a moment before bursting into flight the soft flapping of wings barely audible over the wind. this is life. and you are alive and though we don't know exactly why life means that these things can happen, that we can watch them happen and do miraculous things of our own. but that is not the answer you were looking for. I cannot crack open the universe like an oyster to give you the knowledge you seek. I can only live a life and tell you what I see. I like some of the imagery in this but it's hard to get my point across without approaching it straightforwardly (which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but I think this particular realization is one that works best when it sneaks up on you) - Atlas
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