A questioning mind

A child asked es mother:
— Where did i come from, mother?
— You came from me, silly.
— And the words i use, did they come from you, too?
— Yes, i taught you them.
— And all i think and imagine, did it begin with you?
— I guess it must have. But your questions, my child, where do they come from?
— From you.

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