i have a great big love for questions of this sort.
questions that lead to more questions.
questions that hurt your brain after a bit.
questions that unsettle your particular view of things.
here's another such question found in one of Mary Oliver's poems:
Watching a Documentary aboutPolar Bears Trying to Survive on the Melting Ice Floes
That God had a plan, I do not doubt.
But what if His plan was, that we would do better?
Been thinking that maybe I love questions because
I have very few answers? After all, I suppose it's a wise idea to love the things you have in abundance.