I don't know what it makes me think about. It's hard to explain, at least. But if I could explain, you wouldn't understand it. I wish there was a machine that could read my mind and answer this question. Too bad they don't exist. Sometimes I wonder, what is the point of life? Is it just to live? If you think just that, then you will die. But it isn't "life" anymore. That means life is just to live. And how was life even made? Was it made by some alien? The universe is a strange thing, you know. That's why it's so interesting, and it's why I'm talking about it.
Christians think an omniscient man above the clouds made the universe. Some people think that's not true. But how do you know? How does anyone know? How do you know anything? Because of your brain. How was your brain made? Because of your parents. How were your parents made? Because of your grandparents. How were people made? No one knows.
Christians think an omniscient man above the clouds made the universe. Some people think that's not true. But how do you know? How does anyone know? How do you know anything? Because of your brain. How was your brain made? Because of your parents. How were your parents made? Because of your grandparents. How were people made? No one knows.