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I think the question is:who are we?

(The rest of the description:Are we who or what we are most of the time,or who or what we are during each second of our time here,or in each second exactly who or what we are during it?)

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Little notions.Surreal expositions of parts of our,of my essence.Splits of seconds.Making me think that in case they lasted,I'd be a genius,or was I,in the capsule of those moments? For they,too,were,are part of existence.