Of the “Question” Questions, the one that seems to go unanswered the most, is “Why?”
Who. What. Where. When. How. Why.
This, mostly, applies to everything. Seriously. Those everyday occurrences. News stories. Life’s deepest and most intriguing mysteries.
Seldom, do we ever truly know the “why” of things.
Why in the world would she wear that dress in public?
Why are there even numbers of slots in toasters?
Why does our little dog have Chewbacca nose hair?
Why did the Vegas Shooter shoot all those people?
Why did the Egyptians build the pyramids?
Why are there big heads on Easter Island?
Why do some people see things like ghosts and angels, and other people do not?
Why isn’t there mouse-flavored cat food?
Why? Oh Why.
Sometimes, I will be reading a book, and I get very upset when the author hasn’t addressed the “why” of things. If I get completely distracted by it, I find the contact information for the author and write them a letter. I think I have written three or four this year already.
I digress. Why do I digress? Because my brain sometimes clicks about in random patterns, and the thought process jumps from one point to the next without any ability to control it. Right now I’m thinking about pandas and their insatiable appetite for bamboo. And it has nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with this topic. Of course, now you may be wondering WHY they eat bamboo, when it holds extremely small amounts of nutritional value. Well, there is a reason. The clearest answer is that bamboo is everywhere in their natural habitats. It is a hugely plentiful food source, right at their fingertips. Errr, paw tips. And it regrows quickly. And, no other animals want it. So they stuff themselves with bamboo shoots and leaves, and sprouts, pretty much all day.
I’ll try not to think of other things right now which run me right off the tracks.
Back to Why.
I used to pose this question to my Dad, quite frequently. And more often than not, he would respond by quoting Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.”
I never cared for that answer. I didn’t want it all to come down to that choice, especially when the “Why” of things hadn’t yet been addressed.
So the mystery continues. About Why. Here is what I know about Why. We should always ask.
Like. Newton asked, Why did the apple fall? Nobody else really kicked that question around. But thanks to him, we now know the gravity of this situation.
And so it continues.
Perhaps, mostly for me, right now. Why the heck do I write Kid Wednesday, when I do not know a darn thing?
“Why does life keep teaching me lessons I have no desire to learn?” — Ashleigh Brilliant
“Why indeed must ‘God’ be a noun? Why not a verb- the most active and dynamic of all?” — Mary Daly
“Why not go out on a limb? Isn’t that where the fruit is?” — Frank Scully