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To you, I haven’t been born yet, and to you I’ve been dead one hundred billion years. Is my body out there somewhere, in the ground?
Yes, I suppose it is.
But here we are, talking. So I am a ghost. To you, I’m a ghost. We’re all ghosts to you. We must be nothing.
No. No. You’re not that.
Then what are we? What can we possibly be?
You are the only mystery worth solving.