Friday, July 15, 2005

those dratted questions...

I beg you...to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer. -- Rainer Maria Rilke

And so they tell you to wait for your answers. Yet, why is it that some questions just somehow sit there, begging to be answered? It's so easy, to just ask. But the ramifications of asking questions and getting them answered are sometimes more than any sane human can take. And so to solve this problem, what does one do? Tread the thin line between. Ask the questions, veil them in different words, hope the other gives you the answer anyway, or a clue to the answer. Thus a game begins, of two sides stepping up, and then back again, a waltz of words and red herrings, speculations and headaches. One question spawns a hundred more; every word, every question, every action adds to the indeterminable puzzle - a jigsaw with pieces that change their shape every single minute of the day, made worse by the fact that you have to try and piece it in the dark.

Don't you see?

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