Why Is That Again?

The triad of pointlessness

The pointlessness of us

Us was never been

Been was never the past

The past never existed

Existence would mean to be created

But creation knew no originator

The originator is comfort

Comfort​ isn’t rules and religion

Religion steered away the strange

Strange was imagination

For making it up all,

When all that remained was the pointlessness of it all.

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