I find myself pondering unanswerable questions on a regular basis.
One of them makes a suggestion.
Do I even recognize myself in my own existence?
It's tricky to put one's existence into words.
Could they be sufficient to encapsulate us in a few pages?
Taking a cursory look at a variety of stages
We worry about things like this,
as if we'll live for a million years,
as if we're immortal and not just ordinary pairs
