Are there any questions with no answers? This is what I was trying to figure out as I fell asleep last night. I was wondering if when you die all those questions that seemed unanswerable will suddenly become clear, like they were staring you in the fact the whole time and you couldn’t quite work it out.
I was as philosophical as you can be, bleary and tired at half past midnight. Surely if a question has no answer it ceases to be a question? Like light and dark, black and white, Torville and Dean – these things go together. There’s no up if you’ve never been down, how does a deaf person understand loud or quiet? We would never understand and appreciate good without evil. It helps me, comforts me, to think that one day every question I have will be answered. There’s something inexorable about an unanswered question – like time itself, maybe. A beginning…and an end.
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