If there was one simple question, to which only one answer could be right; it would be spread, shared and secreted about.
See, my grandma always says, stop searching underneath ants for boogers.
So I stopped trying to look for answers where there would only be opinions and beliefs, because in the end, I could always make those up myself.
But when I start to think that words can fade, prayers dissapear, and faith is too dependant... I remind myself to stop turning those goddamn ants around to look for boogers and simply admire those little creatures holding up huge green leaves to take home.
There is always a time when things bubble inside, when your logic is in some hidden corner completley taken up by irrationality. When things change, time is slow and you feel alone. In those times I act with no concent of consequences, I simply do. Yet in that doing there is a why, and in that why there is a question, and in every question there is a hundred answers.
But again, I´ve learnt to stop looking for the answers underneath ants, and simply focus on the question.
Doubting, not trusting, not believing, not no to knot a knot.
Funny, how many times you can tie a tie, before you realize it´s just a simple knot.
See, a no is basic, its a foundation. It´s easy to say, so it´s easy to think, to be.
But a yes, it has one of the letters which doesnt even really make sense, a Y.
So why use Y when you can answer ´no´.
There! there is the booger right there! Because the trick of unanswarable questions is, to simplY ask whY and within that question there is your answer. Your answer is because you asked. Because you want to know. Because I want to change my instinctive No, for an easY why.
In those times of irrationality, of loneliness, of doubting, dont search for answers, look at the fricking ants and see the question.
