Passionately Curious
I do n’t remember I ever quite outgrow the “ Why ? ” phase angle of my puerility — you hump , that menstruation in aliveness when kids exude an incessant oddment about the world around them . “ Why is the sky blue?”“Why do dog bark?”“Why do n’t dinosaur exist anymore?”“Why do I have to clean my room ? ” While it ’s truthful that my questions about life have grown more complex and , therefore , increasingly more hard to answer , I have n’t stop asking why … and how and when and where ....