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Dear Universe,
Why? How come?
Not that I expect you to understand either, but I feel the need to pose these questions to you. Everyday I see the the world and the miraculous things that happen in it. I see life rise from the dead, and the inevitable return of the living to death. I see humans debase their high-held morals as we raise in brilliance. I see, a few everyday, the secrets you've fought so hard to hide from us until we were ready. I'm believe I'm beginning to see you as you really are, and I openly appreciate everything you've done for us, and everything you've yet to show us.
Your loving servant,
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