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This time it is different. Words aren’t as treacherous this time; it is an adventure of the mind and the directions of its many questions. Each answer produces a question and more. The answers themselves fade away before they can complete themselves. The questions are for me and about me; for you and about you.
Not all questions will be answered. Some of them may never come up for answering. Some answers will become irrelevant by the time they come up for hearing. Some answers will not be accepted. Some will be debated to death. In this answer-circus, the questions themselves don’t stop. Questions don’t wait for answers.
Answers cannot stop, cannot ask for a breather. They will have to come without considering their fate. They will have to come, else there will only be questions.
And even though the answers strive to fill, the emptiness remains