Before we have anything else.
So why do we spend our lives restricting both,
For other people and ourselves?
What's the use of filling up either,
When, technically, they're both infinite?
The cage we build from the moment we're born,
This is all we really have, isn't it?
So where's the purpose in this realization?
Is it not better to imagine,
That the world could change any minute,
And so prepare ourselves for this contingent?
And it would be more than alright,
If it always stayed the same,
For our outlook would be forever fresh,
On this absurdist, most realistic plane.
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