What is the purpose of our being here?
Our joys are far and few between the tears.
With all the prayers that man has said, his fears
Have not decreased, no matter how sincere
His supplication. Something has been lost.
A realization of himself, first cause?
His tribulations should have given pause.
Communication with the source, the cost?
Shakespearean Sonnet
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