Thursday, January 08, 2009
There is no question four. If there was, it might have been a question about the acidity of stomach acid, which I would have answered effectively and efficiently (in as few words as possible). I like to think it would have been something more, though - a question of free will, of whether the chemicals that circulate through our bodies control us or if we control them; a question of love, maybe, asking if we really feel attraction towards one another or if we are the simply the result of years of chemistry piled up; a question of fate that asks if we are masters of our own destiny or if we're just the result of some unfortunate cosmic joke; a question questioning the question that has had humans lying down on the ground and staring up at the starry night sky and pondering since the dawn of time: the question of whether we have any part in the process or if we're really just monkeys pulling levers. We may never know what question four was, but I hope it was something like that. I would have had a good answer.