An Introduction to Mind Tales

Two years ago, this blog undertook a journey. To ask questions. Except one question. "Is there an answer?"

The journey began with sincere inquisitiveness just to know. Know that questions can be asked. They should be asked. They should be asked irrespective of whether answers strike or not. But questions must be asked. 

Someone who questions a lot eventually realises that there's a quiet satisfaction in asking a question itself. Contrary to majoritarian thought, floating in the turbulent waters of ambiguity isn't so scary after all. 

With every persisting question, one realises that questions have answers hidden in them. Though the journey doesn't culminate then. Rather it deepens more than it expands.

In this journey, that someone realises that asking questions is frowned upon and met with contempt. 

The other replies, "You simply don't know."

Except that it's the other this applies to.

That someone too doesn't know. But it knows something the other doesn't. Awareness of not knowing. Reminds of Socrates right? It should. A valid being who teaches not "what to ask" but "how to" and "why to." 

One can never be too young to ask a question and never too old to not ask one.

When awareness of not knowing sets in, the desire to question also does. Not out of rebellion for its sake. Not because that someone wants to figure it all out and adopt the title of a "know-it-all." At least it is not certain whether that someone will figure it all out. But the desire to is certain - the method whatsoever. The desire matters. Why? Because it takes one to a point - that point where they realise, that knowing it all was never the goal. The goal was to live by the awareness of not knowing. Not knowing facts, figures, or data. But knowing fulfilment. Rather, feeling it. Knowing that the answer lies somewhere else... 

Questions don't end here. They don't reduce. They become little journeys on their own. The someone here sees a Yellow Brick Road ahead of them. A journey to the Emerald City, to the Wizard of Oz. That someone finds Scarecrow, Cowardly Lion, and Tin Woodman, walking along. 

Self-Actualisation as per Maslow's Need Hierarchy?

And the journey ends with a beginning...

What do you think?