so many things for people who ask "why ?" and so less to people who say "why ask ?" !!

no matter what i say .. no matter what i hear .. no matter how i hear or who tells it to me .. it never makes sense .. every moment of it .. every minute, second .. and then the hours and days ,. they all seem endlessly filled with question marks .?.?.

i do it over and over again .... i do it monday to friday and january to december .. one would think the abnormality of the situation should deter myself .. the extent to which it affects me is something i can not quantify for myself ..
i haven't read the book myself but have read about it , "FLATLANDERS" , a book about an universe or a system consisting only of 2 dimensional figures, i read that the books says that .. the flatlanders are so disturbed when a sphere shows up , and are unable to comprehend it, only for the reader to infer that the they just couldn't understand beyond what they were .. if that were the sad truth .. it truly is depressing to know !!

i wish i could say it and justify it .. irrefutable proof to the theory that our existense is only explained by our need to exist .. why isn't that reason enough to be ..

to be is to be ..
if that were so then why couldn't we attribute the same level of importance to "not to be" ..