There will never come a time when all questions have been asked. No matter how many questions are asked, there is always one more. I used to carry a folder to staff meetings that was labeled in large letters on the front: “Now what?” There’s always that one.
Questions are a vital force. Questions drive human behavior. There’s a question at the beginning of every road (and not necessarily an answer at the end). Questions are philosophy, questions are science, questions are art. A life without questions is not worth living.
When I stop asking questions, you will know I am dead.
I want the last words on my lips to be a question.
But…the last one will have been asked on Fluther when the whole grid goes down, when no one can afford to use energy for this kind of entertainment any more, when we have all been forced to pull the plug on our DSLs and cables and satellite dishes and revert to paper and pencil. When that happens, I hope there’s something left of the old infrastructure so we don’t have to reinvent everything we thought was obsolete.