We look for answers
and just find
more questions
that we hadn’t thought
to ask
before
Even where we
expect to see
Ultimate Answers,
Ultimate Truth, or even
a System that “Works”;
astrophysics
and
the
like
show that the closer
we get to “getting it”,
the more there is to “get”.
Why, oh, why
do we presuppose
satisfactory solutions
in more subjective realms
like love?
and loss?
Stop Asking –
and the world would still be flat
with the sun revolving around us.
that was sufficient.
pleasing, even,
for millenia
but wrong, all the same.
keep asking –
and you’ll find
things like
Dark Energy,
which call our
Understanding of
the “Big Bang”
into question…
Into Question?
But I thought we
had
The Answer?
No.
Just
More.
Questions.
Keep Asking –
and you’ll find
love
and loss
are as
endlessly enigmatic
as the accelerating expansion
Overhead.
It’s tempting to cease
questioning
when the answers you seek
elude
or worse.
when they
unearth
new
– and unnerving –
questions.
stop asking
and you can
innocently
watch the sun
go around
and around
and around
the earth.
Some say ignorance
is bliss.
I beg to differ.
defying atrophy 