The whale

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Imagine you are in an uplit room with the special ability to shield itself completely from the soroundings. Uppon closing the door, you turn of the light. But the light that was allready there cannot escape. 

It must either resonate as waves against the inner walls of the room, making seemingly acrobatic interactions with itself before finaly disolving into peacefull quietness. 

Or - if it is in the form of particles - eventually it will gather as small specks of light-dust, arround the gravity points of the room. 

In both cases, light will rest while waiting for the chance that occurs the instant you open the door again.    

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Now turn the tables. You are outside the room. The door opens. You see a sudden sparkle. It is only visible for the blink of a moment, but because of this fragility, it becomes the focal point, that all your systems are now trying to make sense out of.

You will get to choose from thousands of answers to each of your thousands of questions. Perhaps you will pick a handfull that you particularly like. Or perhaps you will prefer a random pick... 

After all, it was chance that stirred up all this up in the first place.