"Why am I here?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I do. Why am I here?"

"Would you not like to know where you are first?"

"Just give me some answers"

"Okay. You're nowhere. You are here because you have no purpose."

What do you mean no purpose?"

"There was no point in your being there, so you're here, nowhere."

"And where is 'somewhere'?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to know. Where is it?"

"Nowhere. How can something be somewhere when you are nowhere? That is not logical."

"But how can it exist if it's nowhere?"

"It exists. It is nowhere that does not exist. If something exists then by defenition it is somewhere; it occupies some space in a real world. You are nowhere, and therefore by defenition you do not exist; if something that is somewhere then logically it must exist. It is nowhere that does not exist."

"But I'm here, how can it not exist? If this doesn't exist then how can I exist, and how can you exist?"

"I don't exist. You don't exist. Nothing you know exists, only what I know exists. I have been there. I have seen somewhere. You have not. You were born, live and will die in nothingness. You do not exist. This place does not exist. You are nowhere."

"Then who am I? And who are you?"

"You are no one. As for I, you cannot know. You can never know. But you will die. You will reside in this noplace till at last you give way to the inescapable knowledge that you have never existed, and that you will never exist. You are a pointless entity, yet you do not exist. I must leave now. I must go, leave you here in noplace to comtemplate your meaningless thoughts. Goodbye Noman."

"Goodbye."

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