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Sunday, November 4, 2012

laughing at myself.

Questions.
There are all kinds of questions in the world.
Some are easy.
Some are confusing.
Some make you think.
Some make you laugh.
Some are annoying.
Some are hard.

Regardless, they all are searching for an answer.

Where do the answers come from?

Textbooks?
Educated people?
Somewhere inside of us?

Are the answers always what we want them to be?
Is it possible to accept answers without a bias?

Where does the bias come from?
Experiences?
Our upbringing?
Our parent's opinions?

Are the answers to any of our questions actually our answers?
How would we know if they were?

If we only answer the questions we want to answer, is there any point to answering the questions at all?

Most importantly, why do I have so many questions?

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