because people need to know why. we're programmed to be inquisitive, curious beings who are seeking answers, from mathematical sums, to the emotions of other beings, what's going on in the minds of others, and how can we ever forget -- the meaning of life. because when there are so many questions and quizzical answers that we're not even sure of, we don't know how to move, react, function. we need to know, we have to know, we must know. but sometimes, it's just hidden under layers of hair, follicles, skin, blood, flesh, fats, muscles, everything else. it's deeply locked in the chests right at the heart of the dungeons, and the meanest bunch will have the keys, and they build on this cult they have formed. it grows, and the bits and pieces gets revealed, and rumours brew, and people are left guessing, ad guessing, and guessing.. which progresses to annoyance, more annoyance and it doesn't stop there. it finally builds up to anger, resentment, and perhaps hate.
and that's why in this world, it's not all love.
towards life of being carefree, happy, loved and loving, numbed to negativity. perhaps the best way to function, and the key to X. we'd be marching on to this.
