Every human being has certain questions that travel through their minds throughout the day. In fact, I doubt a day goes by where a completely conscious person doesn't ask some sort of question. I had a quick thought about questions in general just a few moments ago, so I figured it would be a nice oppertunity to ramble. I find myself wondering why humans even have so many questions. Where does curiosity stem from to begin with? Right there, I just asked a question. I proposed a question about questioning in general. It's fucking bullshit. It's a bit frustrating to think about. To ask another question, how would the world even operate if questions/curiosity didn't exist? Would humans or even other creatures progress or live if there was no such thing as a question? Basically every action taken begins with a question. If you're hungry, you ask what you can do to make the terrible feeling of hunger go away. If you're cold you ask yourself how you can make yourself comfortable with the temperature. If you have to take a shit you think of where you can go or what you can do to relieve the pressure building up inside. It's a really interesting thought now that I spill all this brain vomit out. Human's couldn't have possibly progressed as far as we have if we didn't question ourselves, the world, or even faith (if you're that type of person). Now I'm sitting here drooling and eyefucking my computer screen thinking of what type of questions I could ask, but I know that if I do that I'm going to sit here until my body shribbles up and crumbles. We're always going to have questions. It's a never ending thing. Kind of like this blog that's beginning to regurgitate itself. I'm so annoyed.
- Colin
