Hi folks,
Why is there a hardhat fixed to the middle of that lime silo handrail?
Why is one, and only one, of the twelve chairs in this room sitting on conical frustum shaped blocks?
What are we here for?
Well, life upon this rock is mysterious.
Not every question can be answered.
A question is only a noise, made by a human being, if spoken.
Or a marking, on paper, if written.
Or a change in the flow of electrons across circuitry, if typed. Or tapped. Or digitised in some way.
It has no meaning beyond what we as humans collectively give to it.
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But fear not strangers!
For one of the questions I have posed today will be answered in the next episode of:
Using this Activity Counting App and then Trying to Make Interesting Posts About Mundane Experiences on the Internet
Stay tuned