living life
my idea of life is called living although i might sometimes say i'd like to get on with living life i realize that i do so as i speak i worry about running out of time because i am a curious creature i want to see how things work out it's a playground asking "what can?" to find out "what may?" is impressive while displays of force are expected so i play like a toddler with clay making various shapes out of matter i want to make the most out of time so i act in a way that will show me different combinations of the blocks while forgetting that they are empty
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What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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