in this life br there will be more questions than answers br everything seems to start with a what br followed up with when br and where but the most intriguing of course, br that which is unquenchable br that which demands the intervention of some br divinification br is the.....why? br br so it is common: why me? why me? br why this? why did this happen to me? br br fly to this world like a bird and gather the leaves br of whys br or just see them br they are like dusts, like sands of the shore, they are like br the particles in space, some meteors that they shoot br some planets unrevealed br some other galaxies unknown to us, br br why? why? br it goes back again to why, it is true, this world is filled more br with questions br and the answers are getting less and less credible, br somehow others have given up the quest for answers br drowning in wine br and drugged themselves to this puzzle, this confusion, br this unknowables, br br it is true, there must be a reason why, br we demand an explanation for the whys in our lives, br but then think somehow, br br who are we to ask why? br we must go back to the basics of what, again for another start. br br what are we? who are we? br we are but specks of light in the ocean of space br we are but the pebbles of the great rock br we are but fine granules of sand in the shore of this great universe. br br i, think, let us be humble enough br to bow our heads, then look to the skies with awe and wonder, br br then wait for a while br till the right when comes, then let us ask, why?br br RIC S.