In The Beginning

I started
to ask myself
when did it begin

How many days?

365 in
most years, so
has it been 1,825,000 – or more
even science doesn’t know the answer

Some would say
quantifying things is important
even necessary – but

Life might be about each
moment –
how would one possibly
find a way to tally them all?

So, while
I begin
with these words
it is about neither a beginning nor ending.

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