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In many years, not much has happened. In many minutes, a lot has happened. In one second, everything has happened.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day in an unplowed field. Which increases without growing, remains whole though it is eaten within and without. Is useless and yet the staple of nations.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.