We’re asked questions everyday.

“What’s your name?”
“Did you bring the homework to class?”
“Are you going to finish that?”
“How are you today?”

Many of the questions we answer are pointless, but we choose to give extensive answers anyways.

“My name’s Harold, you see, because my great-great-great grandfather had this pet crocodile who…”
“Well, Mr. Smith, I didn’t bring my homework to class because, on my way over, I was attacked by a vicious…”
“Of course not, I’ve been counting my calories lately and…”
“I’m doing great! I got a new dog and I named it snuffles. Not because she snuffles a lot but because she…”

Why do we answer questions so thoroughly? Wait, don’t answer that.

One day, I want to ask someone the simple question of “why?”

“Why is your hair that color?”
“Why did you skip over here instead of walk?”
“Why does the human race need oxygen to survive?”

One day, when I ask that question, I don’t want them to answer with:

“My hair is this way because my DNA that I formed in my mothers womb…”
“I just saw this really cool movie where the main character only had the ability to skip because…”
“Well, when the lungs intake certain gasses…”

No, I want them to answer with:

“Why not?”

“Why is the sky blue?”
“Why not?”