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 clearly, at some point 
Something came out of nothing. 
Don't bother telling me it doesn't make sense, hell gravity
The idea that these things sitting there with no connection are pulling each to their self, makes no sense.
It is the way it is though. Believe it or not.

Clearly, at some point
Something came out of nothing.
Whether you believe in the big bang or 
The much more indisputable fact that you are now,
With no knowledge of what/if you were before you,in fact, were.

So now that we have established this obviousness 
Why dont you find some way of telling me
Why you think you are something
It's passing strange, that these things you think you are
Are constantly changing and yet you think
With each new thing
That behold! This thing I am!

It's much more probable, don't you think,
That you are the sentient space
Which has given birth to this illusion of thought 
And having given birth
Is pretending to be the illusory child.

Where is matter anyway? 
Have you found it outside your thoughts?