…...and here is the answer.
This is dedicated to my friend - whom I call the 'Monday Morning Angel' . Someone, who has an amazing inquisitiveness, and somehow, always nailed me with the 'right' question. Hold the answer please!….that's the biggest problem. We seem to have answers for every thing…. (well almost), and not just one answer, but multiple answers. The head pounds, the mind works overtime, goes full throttle on the fertile thought, and every single second we seem to be ‘providing’ ourselves with more and more answers!. Answers! Answers! Answers! Somewhere deep in the still found calmness of the ‘original’ self, is the silent knock – What is the question for which all these answers are being made? Adrift, lost and pounded by so many answers (ala solutions), what is THAT SINGLE QUESTION that defines ‘me’? What is THAT SINGLE QUESTION that makes us churn every available brain power to come with a new answer? What is THAT SINGLE QUESTION that controls the fulcrum of every thought? Every...