The Dawn of Man

I continually ask myself, "Why are we here?"
I'd like to think everyone does.
Are we afraid of being alone?
Do we need to know "why", so we're not afraid?
Would knowing the purpose of our existence, defeat the reason we exist?
Does absolute knowledge, corrupt absolutely?

We must be here FOR the question.
For the "WHY?"

So, we can express through:
Art.
Love.
Conversation.
Interaction.

Bouncing these ideas from one person to the next.
Constantly evolving. Always getting closer to the "TRUTH."

But, the nature of such an idea, would never allow you to get to the "TRUTH."

I find comfort in that.