At around age six I woke one night with a problem, where does it all end, or start 'cause it was the same thing, start, is there a wall, I envisioned brick, that goes up forever, then what is on the other side. My parents just told me to not think about it, so I didn't.
In the mission field I tried to not think about it, decided that thinking about it would get me nowhere, how could one stand to lose their family.
But later when my girlfriend asked I had to answer honestly. And now it is little but questions, and real answers.
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