What is it about a child's mind that makes them wonder? It's a survival technique I know, but when freed from the cage of survival, it becomes one of the most beautiful illustrations of the boundless scope of knowledge that we can gaze upon. Before the external influence infiltrate that mind, how does it wonder, and what about? I must know the answers to these questions. We must know. What about us is bound to wonder. Why are we destined to be amazed? Why are sunsets universally beautiful, and lightning so entrancing? Why do we enjoy anything?
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