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? I am about the question. Questions have been one of my mainstays for as long as I could remember. The question typically has an answer. A question asked, is knowledge gained in my world. Name a topic, and I have a bountiful list of questions to ask.
      
       I think, questions are the stepping stones to the acquisition of information. Whether it's trying to figure out from the Home Depot guy exactly what type of screen door he would install in his house, or the friend that calls on the phone asking for motherly, relationship or clothes advice. Start asking the questions and the answer you seek, will follow.

       Questions are also the device that spins me in circles and drives me in a classic sense of up the wall. I find myself all too often questioning all that I do, all that I think, all that is Moi. If I am all about the questions, then when does that cycle end?

      I can see where anything in excess can be construed into a bad thing. But how can anyone out there not question all that is possible? It's about evolution of the mind and exploration. Everywhere I look I see potential. Potential is constant, possibilities are endless and opportunity is at our fingertips. What causes someone to just stop, dead in their life tracks and decide this is as far as they will be going?

       Is ambition the underlying factor? Desire for more or content understanding? A motivation of the mind to know more, or not? I am not referring to things of money nature in any means. Money is simply a byproduct of a chosen profession. I am also not interested in material things. Again, byproducts of a byproduct.

        What I'm pondering this evening, is what makes one person continue to explore life, learn new things. What makes one person pick up a book they know will be challenging but filled with new and interesting knowledge, versus the person who only picks up the National Enquirer at the supermarket for guilty reading pleasure? <By the way, I do both- Latest book purchases ---The Art of War, The Denama Translation, Sun Tzu, halfway done and what a brain workout this one is! James Patterson- Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas, for the romantic in me, finished, didn't enjoy the end~~~Life & Style weekly, supermarket, had to see Julia Roberts little darlings and the worst dressed list>
      
       Being a bit of the observer I like to think I am, I've seen all walks of life display different levels of questions. I know people who I doubt will ever reach the pinnacle of their Mountain top, always searching for new instruction, knowledge, aspirations of all that is possible. I know people who seem clearly intent on staying on one level and thats a happy, content plateau for them. I can respect that, but an honest me, will say I don't quite understand that. It's something I can't quite put the finger on the answer and say ahh haa ok, I get it.
      
       There's several levels of me that I could assess as nice and content. There are many more that are always on the prowl of whats possible tomorrow. There are also levels that are just on constant discord within....
      
       Maybe tonight I'm just frustrated with a friend who says and does just about everything she can to maintain a stagnant pace in life. A friend that I see as a bottomless pit of potential. She asks the questions, validation of sorts, I ask the questions back on her, and this is where she takes the divine pleasure in placing a brick of excuse, complete with the mortar, on her wall of reasons why doing is not a possibility.

       Is it just typical human nature to toss the brick and seal it with mortar, or is it typical to ask the questions and build the steps of answers. Or is a good mixture of both the place to be?  Is questions the path to exploration or a circle that keeps us chasing our tails. Who knows, but I know I've thrown down a few stepping stones, and that I am content with.

And this is a good example of asking too many questions takes one's mind in one big old circle, and tosses you back in the corner of square one..............