so you think your wise, huh?
I love questions, and even more so I love answering them
But questions are more about what you get out of the answer than what you answer, this may seem hard to understand but some times it is really healthy for you not to be able to answer questions that some ones asks you. It’s pretty servere if you can never answer them, but sometimes a little too much can be good.
As I was sitting on my porch steps this morning and purring in my daily ration of tea with sugar, I came to a sudden conclusion, that by the way can be widely discussed, but anyway, what ever we do why do we always involve questions? I mean can’t we just have answers? They are so much easier to fiddle with. But no, to reach answers you have to ask questions. My normal range of question is completely absurd; it goes from, ”what?” all the way to,” Are we actually real, or are we just imagination in our own minds?”
I remember once a very minded person’s words, I believe it went like this, ”The smart talk while the wise listen” it could have been Jimmy Hendrix, but imp not really sure since it was on a bumper sticker somewhere. To me this means that you are smart when you can tell about all the facts in the world, but you are wise, and maybe a bit smarter, when you question it. And that my ladies and gentle men is just another question asking us who we should or not be.
To me the world would be pointless without a little question and without question there would be no world. Because without our little friend”?” we would all be a bunch of rude, know-it-all’s, and who really wants that? I’m not telling everyone to only ask questions because with only questions we wouldn’t have all the lovely answers that make us ask more questions. Answers or well just anything that could be an answer are like seeds to a tree, and the questions are like the beautiful leaves that spread out and bring the tree to the stunner that it truly is.
