Yesterday I asked a lot of questions.
Soren Kierkegaard asked a lot of questions....Here is one of my favorite section of his writings
Where am I? Who am I?
How did I come to be here?
What is this thing called the world?
How did I come into the world?
Why was I not consulted?
And If I am compelled to take part in it,
Where is the director?
I want to see him.
I am beginning to wonder whether we should judge people by the questions they ask rather than the answers that they give.
The older I get, the more impressed I am by the questions that people pose rather than the answers they offer.
What do you think?
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