I have two children:

My youngest (two) asks why. Why are we going in the car? Why should I wear boots? Why is the sky blue?

My eldest (eight) asks why. Why is there global warming? Why are people fighting in Bahrain? Why is the sky blue?

It does my head in.

But the thing that is worse, much worse, is that people my own age (forty two) never ask why. Why do we do it that way? Why is he behaving like that? Why can’t we just…? We just accept the situation, without question, rarely challenging, rarely changing.

Which begs the question, why do we stop asking why?

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P.S. If anybody could answer the question about the colour of the sky I would be forever in their debt.


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