
I used to be on a search for answers. Somewhere along the line my perspective flipped. Now I'm looking for the right questions. Discarding one after another.
Should I this or should I that? Nope, that's definitely not it. Too limiting. Maybe I'm looking for a more open-ended question. What is it that I'm experiencing? That works better, but I get tied down by definitions. What do I really want, have you tried on that old favorite for good measure? It leads to all sorts of interesting extrapolations such as, Who am I? What am I resisting? Does this depend on certain circumstances or people? Is it always there? This line of questioning leads to a bewilderingly deictic space after a while with conspicuously missing concrete referents.
Every question seems to be pointing to a certain something, and away from the space around it. What is it that every question assumes, that is not being paid attention to? When the negative space is perceived, each question gets dissolved.
So the ultimate question exists more like an article of faith, an inherent paradox, an exponential function that just keeps getting closer to the limit but can by definition never touch it. Can we conceive of an answerless question?
And Douglas Adams is one of the wisest people I never met, anyway.
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