Sometimes questions are more powerful than answers. How is this happening? What are they? Why them and not others? Why now? What does it all mean?

At the end of the day:

Well i think a suitable conclusion to this is simply having no answer at all.. is that not what this is insinuating?

When evolution selects its agents, it seems to do so at a cost. It makes demands in exchange for singularity, and you may be asked to do something against your very nature. Suddenly, the change in your life that should have been wonderful comes as a betrayal. It may seem cruel, but the goal is nothing short of self-preservation, survival.

Atthe end of the day:
This force, evolution, is not sentimental. Like the earth itself, it knows only the hard facts of life's struggle with death. All you can do is hope and trust that when you've served its needs faithfully, there may still remain some glimmer of the life you once knew.

We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate. But have we truly any choice in when we rise or when we fall? Or does a force larger than ourselves bid us our direction? Is it evolution that takes us by the hand? Does science point our way? Or is it God who intervenes, keeping us safe?

At the end of the day:
For all his bluster, it is the sad providence of man that he cannot choose his triumph. He can only choose how he will stand when the call of destiny comes, hoping that he will have the courage to answer.

This quest, this need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered... where does it come from? Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. But that's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here.

At the end of the day:
This quest, this need to solve life's mysteries... in the end, what does it matter when the human heart can only find meaning in the smallest of moments? They're here.... among us. In the shadows, in the light, everywhere. Do they even know yet?

Why is there air? Is it here to blow up basket balls? Is it here to let us breath? Or is it here to remind us that there things in this world that we cannot see but is very real? Receptive is to perspective as responsive is to understanding. This, I think, is the key to solving the mentality of all mankind and its addiction to self-destruction. By self-distruction I mean its mis-understanding to the meaning of life. Is life a concept? Or, like air, is it something that's there but we cannot see? I fear that we lack the senses provided by our human forms to percieve the epicness that likely resides in these questions. Are there answers? Or is this just another form of our self-destruction?