Be vewwy, vewwy quiet. I’m stalking shelves. 😯
I think, basically, that most of my life could be defined by the word ‘Question.’ not,
Verb (used with object)
1: to ask (someone) a question; ask questions of; interrogate.
2: to ask or inquire.
although there was a lot of that going on, too. I was a curious child, in more ways than one.
Why is the sky blue? How high is up? How long is a piece of string? How far can you run into the forest? Only half way! After that, you are running out.
I don’t know what made me an unbeliever. I was raising and selling cynicism at a profit, when I was as young as 5 and 6-years-old. For me, ‘Question’ was always more,
3: to make a question of; doubt:
He questioned her sincerity.
4: to challenge or dispute:
She questioned the judge’s authority in the case.
5: a point at issue
a difficulty or uncertainty
I ‘questioned’ almost every assertion – parents, preachers, politicians, teachers – usually silently, internally at least, until they’d been verified, but….doubt, doubt, doubt. See above: I am uncertain. I have difficulty blindly accepting the point at issue.
“You can’t possibly expect me to believe that without proof! I can’t possibly believe that you believe it.
Once, in the arrogance of my youth, (You know, just after I turned 40, had my mid-life crisis, and bought my first motorcycle) I even thought that I was qualified to teach a course at one of the local Universities on ‘How To Think: 101.’ All I had to do, was train these fresh-faced, gullible impressionable young minds to “Question Everything.” “Here’s your diploma. Thanx for the tuition.”
As I grew older and grumpier wiser, it wasn’t long before I finally realized that most of the flock of sheeple, refuse to question anything. They want their lives easy and uncomplicated. They want to be told what to do, how and when. They want to be told what to believe, and they don’t want to go to the trouble of thinking about it themselves. They don’t even want to question the obvious contradictions.
It is the failure of individuals and whole populations to question, which has brought the world the likes of Hitler, Stalin, Hirohito, Pol Pot, Mugabe, Khadafy, Hussein and bin Laden. Now, the only question that the public seems to have is, “How could such a thing have happened?”
My question is, how many more letters are there, and when will this all end?
There are 9 more letters in the alphabet and, if I schedule my posts correctly, the last will be published near the end of April, 2017, just in time to start a new series. Stop back in a couple of weeks to see if I write about Rock And Roll, or Retirement.