Rinse, Repeat

I'm racing, no time to blog at the moment. And yet.

Questions are the key that life is set in, the key of life. Why am I so fond of questions? Is it true that if there is no question then there can be no answer? Have I always been into the question format?

Here's a great article by Sarah Shapiro about questions.

As I type this (and realize that if I don't leave soon, I'll be late for my dentist appointment) Joni Mitchel sings on WFUV - "...And we've got to get our self back to The Garden."

I am appreciative of all who read this blog. I am appreciative of comments and understand why readers don't comment. Anne recently got a comment asking why she doesn't reply to comments. I think it's a big, broad question.

I often wonder

What exactly is a blog?

I know, when I see

I am appreciative of recent comments that I have not replied to. Maayan changed the zero into a one on the post, 20 Questions, I am also appreciative of her lone comment of my post yesterday about The Road Not Taken. The book that idea was adapted from is called The Intellectual Devotional: Revive Your Mind, Complete Your Education, and Roam Confidently with the Cultured Class.

I could be wrong, but think that the first question in the Torah is "Ayeka?" - "Where are you?" That's not by accident. That's the number one question we always need to ask, "Where am I at?" Who am I? A question we need to ask, and then ask again. Rinse. Repeat.