I think our existence and the existence of all things is ultimately mysterious, beyond what the human mind is capable of fathoming. I'm comfortable with that. It makes life and all things exciting, mysterious, full of endless possibilities, full of promise.
And I feel all things will come right at the very end. But, whilst we are alive and perhaps after too, understanding eludes us. Indeed, I think we don't have a scooby doo, but that's OK.
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