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bubbles
- Bailey Stone Barnard
- Nov 10, 2011
- 1 min read
To what end will my existence find? To what extent and on what grounds will my existence thrive? These questions have no answers because life has no meaning, purpose, or resolution. It is swept away by inconsequence just as bubbles rising to water’s surface burst. There is no knowing that ever they had been nor any kind of writing down that would provide the experience with perspective.
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