There ain’t no answer. There ain’t gonna be any answer. There never has been an answer. That’s the answer.
~ Gertrude Stein
I’ve been told those were her dying words. Hell of a way to go out if you ask me.
While we do what we can to boil life down into bite size pieces we must acknowledge that it isn’t all fit for consumption. Some of it may be swallowed, some of it is beyond our jaws. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense. Sometimes the light goes out. Sometimes, it rains.
And that’s ok too.
Nobody gets romantic about the ugly parts, but the contrast is what makes love and all other shiny things possible. The essence of the negative illuminates the positive. Even if only in contrast it can be enough light to see the way. Maybe the answer is in there with enough light. Maybe Gertrude was wrong.
Sometimes I’m inclined to believe her, but even then I keep searching. Call me a fool, be I a fool or not. I want to believe there is a nobility in searching, hunting, chasing the answer whether it exists, can be found, can be caught or not.
I hope we all find it, however we each require. Your answer isn’t mine, and mine is not yours. The answers in fact are not owned or possessed. The questions are born from us, we give the questions life. The answers are rarely organic. Most answers are little more than linear satisfaction at the ass end of an amorphous equation. Most, but not all.
Is that worth looking for?
I don’t know.
I am harnessing the power of I don’t know.
That’s the answer, tonight.