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the most basic question an ordinary mind asks is Why. Why? well, it depends. on the reason that guides you to a state of perpetual dilemma; or, alternatively, to a state of dissatisfaction for which a plausible reason fails to present itself. in the latter case, it is almost always a plaintive, sighing Why? that escapes thought processes as vocal residue. the origin of this all-encompassing question is simple enough. to depict, that is; to understand it would be like achieving time travel. this is how questions, in general, arise:




an event (any event) is the driving force behind sparking off a thought process (in the brain). this thought process is hindered by any number of problems that may be existent or non-existent (being fabricated through inherent paranoia of the brain). these hindrances lead to questions. at this juncture, it becomes crucial that the questions be answered. in effect there may be many questions. schematically, this situation is shown more appropriately as this arrangement:




it is easily seen that while the driving event remains the same (as does the brain), the problem (problems, of varying degrees) lead to questions that require answers to close the switch and let thought processes flow through. these questions, too, have varying priority levels. once one or more of these are answered, the thought processes translate themselves into action. just like electric current, a thought process will always choose the path of least resisitance. of course, there always exist anomalies to this theory in the form of slightly more retarded brains who tend to send their thought processes via the toughest, most resistant route: these brains attempt to find the answer to the question: Why?

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