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There are secrets we fight to find. There are burning questions that drive us into manic episodes, frenzied and frazzled, hoping we might learn the answers.

Some answers we stumble upon quickly, easily. This boosts our fragile ego, convincing us that we could find all the answers to the universe, if given enough time.

We are blinded by our own magnificence and don't think for a second that the answers came so quickly for a reason. What if there are buffer questions? What if the answers you've 'found' were set before you to find... so that you might be distracted by their shiny brilliance, by your own shiny brilliance?

There are secrets we fight to find because they aren't meant to be found. Answers that are better left unspoken. What horrors would be unleashed on the world if there were no mysteries in the universe? What horrors would mankind unleash with the knowledge of the universe at its fingertips?

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  1. I for one enjoy the mystery of this life. A poignant, well-written post. Prose poetry?

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  2. Thanks! I agree, the mystery of life is part of what makes it so great. I think if we 'knew' everything, we'd become so bored that we might do some things that wouldn't be so pretty :-)

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  3. This is an excellent piece! It makes one pose for a second or for many, many seconds. Thank you for sharing your thoughts! :)

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  4. What is your secret? Oh yes, if you post it on the web, it is no longer secret. Enjoyable read and I think it would be classified prose poetry, but not sure.

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  5. @kweschn--- Thanks!

    @poetpost--- lol... yeah, that's the problem with putting anything online, it's no longer "secret", is it :-)

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