Answering a question with a question
What is my purpose on earth?
I say:
What is the purpose of a leaf to a tree.
Why is there pain in life?
I say:
Why would a man quench his thirst ‘less his lips were dry and parched?
Why do some men hate?
I say:
Why do some men fail to understand themselves?
Why do we find love hard to understand?
I say:
Why do we find it hard to understand the number of thoughts,
and possibilities, concepts and dreams, that have existed in the infinite imaginations of all men throughout time?
Why is there beauty in the world?
I say:
Because it is the nature of life to be beautiful, and its beauty can be seen in the shapes and movements of all things. A man can see life’s beauty and then know it is the same beauty that is inside of him,
Don’t you think?
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