Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]There's only one question worth answering.
It isn't what house or car to buy; nor is it coming up with some partial resolution to age old speculations about the age of the earth, the origin of man or the number of angels able to dance on the head of a pin. The only one that matters, in the scheme of human life, is where will I live once my time on earth has expired. That chapter begins the moment you die.
I would say, fair enough, if people want to speculate about "eternal life" etc. Good for them if it pushes their buttons.
But, really, if someone ends up believing that "there's only one question worth answering" in life [and that question is "where will I live once my time on earth has expired?"] then they have my sympathy that they have been reduced to placing such importance on a dreary dead end question like this to which people pluck "answers" out of thin air, consisting of nothing more than wishful imagination.
The wonderful thing about the human spirit is that there are countless - maybe infinite - questions worth answering and we have the astonishing set of abstract abilities that enables us to both ask them and seek their answers, and to explore and embrace the way they interlock to create the human condition.
The claim that "there's only one question worth answering" amounts - at least to my way of thinking - to a form of self-perpetuating helplessness and surrender, and an abdication on the part of the human spirit.
Asking "Where will I live once my time on earth has expired?" is, at its very essence, the clearest, purest example of "counting the number of angels able to dance on the head of a pin" that we can engage in.