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Traduce este texto:	"Where do we come from? Where do we go?" I saw many things as eons passed. The bustle of the city. The images running across its colossal video screens. The crowds flooding its intersections. All those things and more. The river of time flowed on without me, pursuing its unerring course, while I sat on the river bottom like a motionless stone. Men and women passed through my time like water vapor, quick to vanish, leaving only vestiges of themselves. Soon I stood alone... on an empty intersection. "Where do we come from? Where do we go?" Commuters holding onto train straps. A man reading a newspaper. A woman checking her cell phone messages. A grade-schooler playing on a handheld. I was a part of the world and yet not subject to it. Unbound to the world around me, I merely observed it. The train accelerated, carriage blurring into nothingness before me. I stood alone inside it. It stretched out before me like a long tunnel. "Where do we come from? Where do we go?" Loneliness... I never felt lonely. I was both a part of the world, and also its entirety. But I changed. I heard the wind blowing over the harbor bridge as I stood on the guardrail and looked to the sky. I saw a blue winter sky, with fluffy patches of cotton candy scattered by weather's hand, and airplanes streaking past beyond them.
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