the tale of the whims

and we were asking of existence, of being, of means.

and we kept questioning those repetition in different fashions.

and then the answer that we're looking for was not there.

and there was disappointment, there was anger, and there, indeed, was tears.

Ironically,

the answer was not there, never been, never will.

...

and we realized, we were looking in wrong boxes.

It was our own boxes.