Always armed. With another query.

Questions. Questions. I'm always asking questions. Seeking answers. So many questions go unanswered. Makes me wonder. If always. There will be far more questions. Than answers. Maybe that's good. Desirable. To go through life without all the answers. Then one must proceed on faith.  Or is it ignorance? I'm inclined to find a temporary or tentative answer. To everything. Following my instincts. In what seems like a natural flow of life.  Fearlessly. Always armed. With another question. --Jim Broede