Some days I wonder. About everything. I mean, there is a lot to wonder about isn’t there?
Why do men have nipples?
Why don’t Czech men know about deodorant?
Why is GOD DOG spelt backwards?
Why does Wayne Rooney get paid so much money?
What happened to Trilobites?
That sort of question. Questions to which there are really no definitive answers.
My favorite question is ‘What am I?’ I see and interact with a world that I sense but I at times of perhaps total lunacy entertain the idea that it is My world. There is only me. Everything is me. It maybe sounds arrogant but I don’t mean it that way. There is just a gulf between the real (me) and what seems to be real (the world) that confounds me.
I have always thought like this and asked those questions. Even as a child. ‘What am I?’ ‘Why am I here?’
Not being able to answer these questions literally drives me mad. I cannot stand the not knowing what the hell everything is. It must be something surely but why? See! Questions and questions.
We must always ask questions and contemplate even if there is no answer. In the quiet contemplation of the question, images and thoughts arise spontaneously as insights. We may not ever answer the question itself but we can prise open some other secrets along the way.