Sometimes as I lie, sprawled out on my bed, bidding sleep to fly me into the clouds, I think.
Conversations and situations plucked from my day loop through my brain. And then, a few little brain cells puff into agents of mystery and intrigue: How do people say “heads up” when you should duck? Can animals commit suicide? Why is the Lone Ranger called ‘Lone’ if he always has his Native American friend Tonto with him? Do Siamese twins pay for one ticket or two tickets when they go to movies and concerts?
Oh, how heavily these things weigh on my mind. I mean, bring a panel of the world’s wisest men ever together, I wonder if they could figure these things out. Nope, probably not; but in the end… who really cares?
What thing have you always wanted to know that can never be answered?