so many precious questions
gifts so delightedly received
answers, hmm, no

I think more and more how much I love questions. Yep even more than answers. Questions are so opening, creating pathways to so many new worlds or down sideroads in worlds I thought I knew. Like looking at the sky or under a microscope. Wow, if I could only fathom how much I don't know. Now why doesn't that thought make my heart sing. Pensive here.

Maybe because I am excited that I will see and hear so many more new things, have so many more new thoughts, touch so many more new hearts. Or maybe I just loves questions.

Here's I quote I truly love, but haven't posted before:


“Albert grunted. "Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?"

Mort thought for a moment.

"No," he said eventually, "what?"
There was silence.

Then Albert straightened up and said, "Damned if I know. Probably they get answers, and serve 'em right.”

― Terry Pratchett, Mort