The question of existenceWhat do I think of? as I sit here, living my own life? As each and everyone of us go through our own insignificant life, living off the fruits of those who came before, and unknowing repeat and recreate tools of a distant past, and inevitably recreate the very tragedy that brought to an end a great era of knowledge, leaving nothing but dust and echoes, wisdom forever lost as ashes spread across this vast world.The question of existence by ~duelgundam
As I write this, one civilization is going through the same path of life as we are, somewhere in this vast galaxy, while another has unlocked the secrets of their home world's own advanced past, and are traveling the stars, expanding, growing, perhaps even searching for things which even they themselves could not comprehend, hoping to find the one key artifact that could help them expand their already vast empire, or perhaps the one tool that could help understand the one question I have been asking myself in place of humanity: "Are we truly alive?"
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