Actually I found out that actually questioning everything doesn’t actually get you closer to understanding. It actually disillusions you from that very object that you’re are questioning.
It might disillusion
you...
In other words, you don’t enjoy it. For instance I started questioning why I liked swimming. I came to the conclusion that I was just floating in a pool of water that isn’t going any where. Now I don’t like swimming anymore.
See, I'm quite satisfied with the idea of "I don't know,"...or better, "I don't know
yet."
I have no idea why
Howie gives me such comfort, but he has since I was a small child.
Does it matter to my why? Not really; maybe if I were a psychologist, I'd investigate further, but I'm comfortable at this point knowing what the results are.
NOT knowing doesn't negate those results.
So if you talked yourself out of enjoying swimming by examining it too closely...sounds more to me like you're not satisfied with the source of an emotion being, "I d'know..."
I might want to know eventually, but it's hardly pressing.
Now, if this were more of a science question--physics or chemistry, maybe--I'd be rather less satisfied with a non-answer.
Even one time I started questioning why I breathe.
"Because I need oxygen to live."
Simple.
I eventually started feeling that I grown bored and tiresome of breathing.
"Tiresome" sounds accurate indeed.
So if I were Raine Dog I wouldn’t exactly question everything.
Well...I would, at least in terms of scientific inquiry, the quest for empirical origins in all things.
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