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Where do we learn to question?

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Dad, why does a spider spin its web?

Dad, why are the clouds shaped like a dinosaur?

Dad, why didn’t that cat make it across the road before it was squished?

cloud shapesThe questions of a child. When I was 3 or 4, (in the days when seatbelts were merely an accessory to be tucked back behind the seat, out of the way), I rode with my Dad in our truck. I stood on the seat bench, wedged between his right shoulder and the back of the seat.

And the world was open to me, moving by us almost faster than I could keep up with.


I’m not sure I even waited for the answers. Knowing me as I do, I probably provided most of them myself.

I was quite the fountain of knowledge.

My Dad called me his “commentator on board.”

I credit this foundation for the fact that today, I consider myself a question asker. I learned very young that a curious mind is a wonderful gift to be fed and protected.

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Are we asking the wrong questions?

unique2I am different from you.

You are different from me.unique

That’s a good thing.

There are things that you desire and hope for that I will probably never even think of. There are things that are critically important to me that you most likely find ridiculous.

Are you okay with that?

Often the conversation will stop there. Continue reading Are we asking the wrong questions?