Yesterday afternoon I was thinking of my childhood and all the things I wanted to become, and the plan wasn't to turn out this way, but then It got me thinking where do we all come from?
Like Seriously, when did the world actually start? how long does the past go?
If you can think of a time, then we could always ask what was before that? and so on. This problem seems to have no end.or rather, No beginning.
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Let's stop for a second and think about the things we do know so far, where do we come from? how do we come to be?
How did we come to exist? when we think about it, we realize how little we do know, and there are so many questions we don't know the answers to, yet the consequence is staring into our eyes right now.
Unacceptable!! isn't it?
Quote of the day-
“Man has always seen himself the peak of creation. The part of the universe that thinks. The purpose for it all. It's no doubt a gratifying view, but the universe may have a different opinion.”
-Jack McDevitt