I step out of my saucer.
I landed on Earth.
But who made all this?
Why am I even here?
And why am I even asking these questions?
Why can’t I just know everything?
I wonder whether that’s by design.
But why would they give me this urge to know?
I ask around what’s going on.
Some say a god did all this to amuse himself.
Others say we are just atoms.
Others believe we are at school.
Earth is a school!?
I like that.
But what happens after graduation.
You can’t know.
It’s hard to accept that.
So I start imagining different scenarios.
Then I stop daydreaming.
If the truth was concealed by design…
Why waste time imagining the unimaginable?
Is life on Earth really a learning experience?
To learn what?
Lessons.
What sort of lessons?
Tough ones.
Why?
You can’t know.
What now?
Pay attention to the teacher.
Where is the teacher?
Right there.