Sometimes I will have an idea that leads to a question. It seems like I am so much better at coming up with good questions than I am at coming up with good answers. For example, “Does Seattle weigh more at night or It leads me to ask the question, “Is there anything BUT questions?” Aren’t answers sort of the booby prize after all that “energy” of the question? Isn’t it the question that really gets our blood boiling---the thing that makes us know we are alive? I also do not want to imply that I am against finding answers----I am just not into making up answers when there aren’t any, and I am not into creating religions around the idea that some things just don’t have answers. Maybe the right questions just haven’t been asked. It seems that there are a whole bunch of different trains we can get on to take us to where we think we want to go----to get our questions answered. But how do we know that the train is actually going anywhere? I am sure there must be signs. But if we could read them----would we? Could we? Charles Buell Seattle Home Inspectors, ASHI Home Inspector, Structural Pest Inspector, Charles Buell Inspections Inc, Seattle, WA
during the day?” Now, there is a question to twist your brain around for a while. Regardless it would seem that we truly have to learn to live in the questions because it doesn’t seem that answers are always forthcoming in a time frame that would be acceptable----or at least in a time frame that would keep us from starving to death or keep us from killing each other.
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Charles, I guess that is really the question now, isn't it? I'm not trying to be funny here, I'm equally as serious as you are, but if there are signs and we could read them ... would we?
I have my own answer to the question and it's that answer that scares me. Thanks for the thoughts...
Sue
Charles, Answers seem to change with time. What is not possible now, might be in time. I was dying to see how you were going to tie in the caboose...
Charles: This is a deep topic. Thanks for allowing me to think. The key for me is to turn it over to someone else and trust that they know what my path should be. It doesn't mean that we'll always be satisfied with the outcome but it will bring inner peace. I guarantee it! Thanks again!
Judge others by their questions rather than by their answers. Voltaire
(PS I'm not Voltaire, I'm Kate)
Hi Charles: This reminds me of a three year old who asks the question Why to everything!
:)
Sue, I hate being scared by my own questions----but even more so by my own answers:)
Paul H, you are so right about answers shifting with timel
Paul M, I think I can live with my own mistakes instead of those of others:)
Kate, if that is really from Voltaire that is too cool:) And you don't look anything like my picture of Voltaire:)
Matt---that would be me----adult 3 year old:)
Yes it really was from Voltaire. (I am often accused of being too serious so I can see I'm doing a pretty good job of turning around my reputation.)
Kate I think it is great if you have found a different direction to go to the same place:)
There is more than one way to skin a squirrel. :)
I have not heard from his bride Floozy yet. Have you? I thought you were tied up teaching today.
I find when I put my mind into something the questions just start flowing. Never get many answers, but that's ok. Wondering (metaphorically) can be better than knowing.
When the air is heavier, wouldn't Seattle be heavier at night?
Is that the train to your "How To Identify Problems On Home Inspections" class?
James, and that is why understanding is the booby prize----wondering is where all the excitement is.
Jay, right now I would say that is the train to no where:) As to the other question I think I concluded that since there are more people, cars and trucks in Seattle during the day it likely weights more during the day:)
I would think the air in your classroom may be heavier during the day. But overall the night air is significantly heavy, lending a gentle, yet very even load to the entire area. Heavier than cars, people, trucks, and so forth? The GREAT unknown...
Mr Charles,
If you want a definitive answer to any of your questions, please Email me privately...out of the eyes of that nasy Mrs Kate.
Nutsy S. Wallenda
I choose to have faith that God will allow me to find the answers I need when I need them most.
Jay, yes, the great unknown:)
Nutsy, take off your negative colored glasses-----Kate is just fine:)
Tammy, answers do seem to appear when we need them.
Nutsy, I have blue eyes. Also red hair and freckles. Consider that a friendly warning.
Mr Charles,
Mrs Kate may be stunning to look at, but she is as mean as Mike Tyson after the ear-biting incident.
Nutsy
Tyson took "lend me your ear"---to a whole new level.
Mr Charles,
I truly believe you should delete Mrs Kate's above comment. She is illegally using the Canada flag. She has no write to post that flag here. I know lots about copywrite and that flag.
Nutsy W
BAN NUTSY
Nutsy, I think you need to stay away from the stuff found in those border crossing tunnels.
Kate----not severe enough.
That's sort of a weird twist to that poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost.
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
But the leading up to the road he took. The questions. What was down there? Where would it go? Who else had already taken that route? The living is in the questions, I think.
~Renae
Renae---I always like the Frost poem.