In a world where so many things lack reason, we reason. Upon finding none, we create one. Our struggle to discover meaning connects us as inconsequential pieces, building landscapes and continents, creating the picture of our earth. We are ceaseless, and in our efforts, our souls fluoresce. We are here, we are here, we are here. It must be known. Our souls extend beyond our comprehension, illuminating the universe, but our eyes have grown accustom to our brilliance. We fail to acknowledge that we are the source that keeps us going. In the pursuit of finding ourselves, we forget everything else.

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