Maybe I was born, because somebody imagined me. God? Or no, maybe my parents, under the pine tree, seeing yet to be born me playing in my bedroom? Maybe someone imagined me as her Husband and a father. Or, maybe people imagined a new leader? Maybe someone in the cosmos or something unknown imagined me?

I don’t know these things. But, I know I IMAGINE …!



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