What did you eat today? Who slaughtered it? When was its last breath? Does it matter?
What did you sing today? Who wrote it? Did you sing alone? Do you have a kazoo?
What was that smell? Where did the molecules come from? If you recognize the smell of someone you love, are her molecules really flying off her like dust from a comet? What is comet dust made of?
What questions did you stop asking long, long ago? Do you still care to know the answers?
Do you ask questions anymore?
Light, light, light, light....I forget how much I missed it until it returns.