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Turn Left At The Burning Bush There are lots of unanswered questions in life ...of my own, and set to me by others Like the other night a patient of mine asked ..."What are we really made of?" ..."Does anybody really know?" "How do we know that 2 and 2 really makes 4?" Funny...I asked the same questions when I was a kid. Some things never change...or do they? "How will I know?" she asked. "How will I know about life?" Turn left at the burning bush I told her...and then you'll know She left me with a puzzled look I really don't know any more than she does ...about life's mysteries. I guess that's why people climb mountains ...and why people search forever for meaning Who knows? I don't... Funny thing is...I'm searching myself! |
Additional Notes:
This is a true story exactly as it went down.
The reference to the burning bush I think, is obvious.
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