Questions

...that drive us.

Wait! Haven’t you a better reason to spend your precious time being outside out in the world, mingling with the other commoners such as yourself, rather than spending the next amount of time reading something written by someone who’s purpose for writing it was merely to unload the heavy burden off of their mind?

What say you? Would you rather keep a thumb on the idea of exploring another’s mind, and hopefully being able to unveil a bit of certain truth to a never-ending question, a mystery of why it is what is has been and will be? What’s the point? Why are you here? Are you…are you curious?

What is it that you are, we are curious about? Perhaps that’s your goal, as at least not to find the answer to the question, but the high hopes of finding out what the mysterious question is, and why it is so curiously compelling to ask?

Very well, but let’s come to a point of understanding and compromise, the what, when, where and the: who, the will-be and was, could never be you, and that is why you’re reading this and I’m writing it. What will we get out of it and for what reasons?

The answers to these questions are already, concretely set into base as the purpose of your motivation to keep each word in front of your eyes and to keep moving along each line…you already know, as do I.

The answers are right in front of you, they are there; here…they are everywhere! So why are we so curious as to find out something we already know? It isn’t an answer we’re seeking, it is a question we linger over our entire lives, and keep soaking it over and over again and when the time is right, we continue to dwell over it and eventually we come to a point of sincere and serious topple, where and when we must pass it over, we seek the other to share it with. We look to find another kind, like you and I, to question the same, to ask as to if, they are eager to ask the same question.

To make matters worse, to confuse you and myself all over again, to lose ourselves in the darkest and coldest corners of the world, of our minds and more importantly, our hearts, the question and the many versions of the like will be smack-dabbed and pointed right into your eyes, as to by the time you’ve consciously discovered the aging funk of the ever soaring mistake of a truth, the questions and answers will be filled in your head forever and for as long as you shall willingly choose to exist and be the prey of a suspect of their secret meanings. Weird, isn’t it? Well, for certain I’m already contempt to believe that you’ve made a certain conclusion of the author’s sanity level. Be as it may the beauty and pleasure of the wildest of dreams and special physical and metaphysical acquired tastes, the truth is there, it always has been and forever will be - it only asks that you are well equipped to accept it, believe in it, and always cherish it.