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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483639" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>* * *</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in this life<br>there will be more questions than answers<br>everything seems to start with a what<br>followed up with when<br>and where but the most intriguing of course, <br>that which is unquenchable<br>that which demands the intervention of some<br>divinification<br>is the.....why? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so it is common: why me? why me? <br>why this? why did this happen to me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">fly to this world like a bird and gather the leaves<br>of whys<br>or just see them<br>they are like dusts, like sands of the shore, they are like<br>the particles in space, some meteors that they shoot<br>some planets unrevealed<br>some other galaxies unknown to us, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">why? why? <br>it goes back again to why, it is true, this world is filled more<br>with questions<br>and the answers are getting less and less credible, <br>somehow others have given up the quest for answers<br>drowning in wine<br>and drugged themselves to this puzzle, this confusion, <br>this unknowables, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is true, there must be a reason why, <br>we demand an explanation for the whys in our lives, <br>but then think somehow, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">who are we to ask why? <br>we must go back to the basics of what, again for another start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what are we? who are we? <br>we are but specks of light in the ocean of space<br>we are but the pebbles of the great rock<br>we are but fine granules of sand in the shore of this great universe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i, think, let us be humble enough<br>to bow our heads, then look to the skies with awe and wonder, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">then wait for a while<br>till the right when comes, then let us ask, why?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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there will be more questions than answers
everything seems to start with a what
followed up with when
and where but the most intriguing of course, 
that which is unquenchable
that which demands the intervention of some
divinification
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