The stuff of life is mysteriously concealed
Hidden beyond the edges of our imaginations
Under the canopy of existence
Where mankind's destructive hands can't reach
The stuff of life is beyond our imaginations
Its location within the human body remains elusive
Intentionally buried in plain sight
Life remains a mystery
Life is tucked deep within the human soul
Permanently engraved in the fabric of our souls
Indestructible and everlasting
Life is a permanent aspect of the universal existence
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