I love questions. They’re beautiful.

The complexity of your thoughts dictate the quality of what you say. 

Precisely what you say reveals your motives.

How you say it reveals the thoughts behind your motives. 

Do you know what you’re telling me without saying it?

Moreover, one of the defining hallmarks of humanity is our ability to derive knowledge from our ancestors and pass it along for the generations to come. This has a unique beauty to it, as it takes the old and makes it new again; making the unknown known for the first time. 

Questions facilitate this rebirth. Time ensures all is forgotten, but that of which is deserving to be remembered. 

In a way, questions are the purest form of humanity.