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Life in Microcosm

In the blink of an eye we are washed away 'tis but a moment, our brief stay on this rock that is spinning, turning in space, a speck in the firmament, a lap in the race. A blip on the monitor of life's endeavour, how do we make our mark, if ever? From dust we are born and to dust we return, our brief spell on Earth full of lessons to learn. What is the purpose? Life's grand plan? Is it entrusted merely to man? Or, are we a cog? A part of the whole? Is our destiny ours to control? Are we the masters of our own fate? The clock is still ticking, it may not be too late.

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