I am perception, a reflection of a vibration.
A thought, one that became of me and was begotten in you.
Constantly receiving but only occasionally observing.
Aware or not I exist only because I think that I do, that you do.
I am, at least in thought I am, that you are and we are.
What need is there for beginning when there is ending, then I am not or at least I think I will not.
What will have existed when i perceive not, have not and be not?
Did I? Had I? Have I ever been?
Are you a figment perceived by me or am I merely an idea thought by you?
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