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The Question!

The possibility that this is all there is to life confounds me!

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  1. Rajesh, Everything depends on what you mean by this...

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  2. My 'this' can be quite busy, filled with things I have to do in the form of chores for the family, the house, church, and others. Sometimes I wonder if what I do makes a difference - perhaps it dosen't except to my family. But if there were not a lot of other people like me doing what they can to help, then the act of omission would be noticable.
    I love to be out doors, and when I feel a little disheartened I take a breath of fresh air and somehow I smile.

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