Questioning Questions
A question is something that adds or retracts
From information, undeniable facts -
The things that we’re taught
Something to fear if poised against power
But also to revere if framed to encounter
A new train of thought
A question can weave down more curious roads,
Digging new trenches we claim as our own
It’s all that we’ve got
Too much is too little, we always need more
Questions improve upon, broaden, restore
If we know it or not
But then there are questions we dare not ask
The questions that question our purpose, our task
It cannot be taught
These questions revolve around hopeless unknown,
Around things we can’t answer, which chills to the bone
Our greedy thought
But why can’t our questions serve as our remedies?
The universe is full of unknowable extremities
Accept what you’ve got
It’s not really a question of knowing all things
But knowing more than previous beings.
Where questions are, innovation will follow.
The pill of discovery may be hard to swallow,
But questions are not