Do I exist? Good question.
Everything begins, and I cannot recall
that assumed point of time when
I came into being. I must not have been
conscious of my own efforts to exist,
thus I must have had no reason for doing so:
I merely went with the flow. Pity.
What use is there in expounding upon
that which is in spite of itself?
Yet, I speak of me . . . .
I explain, therefore I am.
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