Why do I feel so responsible, and so helpless at the same time? Why don’t we talk about despair? Why don’t we make eye contact in elevators? When was the last time you sat in silence under the stars? When was the last time you put your hands on a tree? When was the last time you sang a silly song to yourself? When was the last time you contemplated your body without frustration? How often do you encounter your spiritual life? How often do you act upon the urgings of your soul? In a world so abundant with variety, why do we need there to be only one way to truth? What do you wonder about, really? What questions do you have? Why are we doing this? I don’t know….to see what happens. -with love-     the question project 3 of 3       previous