Whoknows about
the origins of the world?
When did thecreation happen?
No one knows.
Who cansurvey the creation
from the lofty skies?
Can a human being do it?
None shall be able.
Whoknows
anything for certain?
No human being.
Even then, our Ego
claims full knowledge.
It is the greatest
irony of the Ego.
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