Some Easter Monday thoughts:
A well-known thing most children do at some point is to enter the famous “why” phase.
Parents are relieved when this phase ends. It’s tough having to answer all those questions about absolutely everything.
Too bad this phase ends so soon—too bad it ends.
Can you imagine a world where all people were still asking WHY? In fairness, some people are still asking Why war, why poverty, why hunger, why inequality. We call them activists or advocates of social justice. Others are asking: Why do we exist, why is the universe the way it is, why is time weird, why is space weird, why is man the way he is. We call them philosophers, theologians and astrophysicists.
And then there are the researchers: why do some people get sick and some don’t, why does this plant grow in this way, why do tornadoes form.
And then… barely seen, tucked in the dark corners, are those who ask the meta-questions. Questions like: Why do we call one certain thing affluence and its opposite poverty? Why should we study tornadoes or time at all? Why is the system working against us, not for us? Why do we have to have a system in the first place?
I have a feeling that as long as someone out there is asking these meta-questions, we have hope.
chewingtheglass 