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"What is there to do?" she asked.  He didn't answer.

"Why is this so?" he wondered.  No one knew.

"What can this be?" they said.
"I don't know," they said.

"When should we go?" everyone asked.
"What time is it now?" they asked.

"Why must they lie to us?" we asked.
"You should know," you said.

"Why ask questions?" it said.

"Why do we seek answers?" he asked himself.

"For what purpose is it meant?" questioned the answerer.
"Nothing," replied the questioner.

"Why is silence the only thing that cannot be broken by itself?" she asked.
"If it silence could disturb itself, would it be silence instead?" he answered.

"What is the goal of all this nonsense?" it wondered to itself.

A dog barked.  A cat meowed.

The trash burned glowing red hot.

The leaves decomposed in a shady slumber.

The thoughts fell from the clouds and rained upon the paper.  They left a muddy mess and wet stains; little else.

The end is near and the beginning was far.

"What does this mean?" I asked.  You all have no idea.