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Age is man made,
as is time. Deep in thought, I am lost for hours. I argue with my mind about these things. Then I get dragged to reality, I prefer to stay in my mind. It's a wonderful place, as real as anything. I think about this we start another debate. Is anything real or just an illusion? I consider this, before I answer. My mind doesn't use this thinking. as a weakness in my argument. It will not jump on me if I take time to consider my answer. Humans are impatient when they think they are right. Spring a controversial topic on me then get annoyed when I think. My mind is the only one who will think me sane. Who will not question, but rather answer. Man made inventions, making us more impatient. When I'm late for something by even a second and someone reprimands me, a grin crosses my face. I remind them time is man made.
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