Why? ... okay, Why? ... really, Why?

A recent conversation with a friend triggered something in my head. Part of what makes me who I am, is that I am incessantly asking the question "why?"  I'm like that little kid that every time you give them an answer they ask why again.  I think I only give the courtesy of reprieve because I'm processing the answers I get, and at least some acknowledgement of how annoying being asked why over and over again is.  But ultimately, along every line of questions I come to a question that just can't be answered.  At least not yet

Much like one of my favorite videos asking: "What are birds?"


Of course, we just don't know.

In any case, I'll get all my answers eventually, I keep looking, I keep trying, I keep working at it.  I just need to remember why I'm doing it.