Mankind, probably the most mysterious species on our planet. A mystery of open questions. Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going? How do we know what we believe to know? Why do we believe anything at all? Innumerable questions looking for an answer, an answer which will raise the next question and the following answer will raise a following question and so on and so forth. But in the end, isn't it always the same question and always the same answer?

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What is the answer?

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time-.T.S. Eliot

It scares me always on the first occasion that I remember that time is fleeting. Could this be the reason that I lose myself in photographs? paintings? Capture the rapture through the aperture. Maybe this is the answer.