The Reality of Creation

There is a question. A question you asked so readily as a child, yet grew to forget. The question flashes through your subconscious mind every now and again, but it is shadowed by the busy mind absorbed in the routine of society. It is a question that begs so many more, it seems easier to stop asking. The answer to this question is of infinite complexity, yet also, quite simple. The question is: what am I doing here?