Max K Thomas

What is it to answer a question? To solve a problem? To resolve a conflict? It is to tame a state of unknown chaos. Infinite possibilities lie in the scope of an inquiry yet unanswered, and yet to answer is to choose between one of an uncountable number. To conquer the endless unknown is no small feat. With an unending line of questions, conflicts, and unresolved states of chaos, the ability to truly claim to be this conqueror is one of unimaginable proportions. Yet it is done billions of times a day without so much as a second thought from most, and done with such a confidence that necessitates a blissful ignorance of what has truly been done. For some, the scope of this vast feat is known and yet must be set aside in order to live. Even the greatest thinkers known to history lived and died as no more than human. The very idea of a question requires imperfection, as questions need not be asked by one who has every answer. To ask a question is an act of humility, and to answer an act of pride. And yet questions themselves are the most proud of all, as each and every humble question stands on the shoulders of proud answers already given to questions asked before. Does this continuous cycle of questions and answers have an end? Does it have a beginning? What is the question that relies upon no answer? What is the question from which every other is asked?