Questions have got to be the best part about being alive. They're the greatest. Especially when you can't answer them. (Now you see why I was originally intrigued by the inherently vague idea of Zen.)

When exactly do kids become grown-ups, and more importantly, why don't they ever realize it as it is happening?

How come weird people think they're normal and normal people think they're weird?

Who gave us the right to call someone normal, anyway? It's not very nice.

What does that mean--normal? Nobody really understands it, so it must be pretty weird. Right?

Why do they trap all those poor little helpless pebbles inside of concrete?

Why are people always in such a hurry but don't get anything important done?

Why do they want me to be in a hurry as well?

Why do the tallest breeds of dogs live the shortest amount of time?

Why are there never enough choices? Are they all hiding from me?

Why can't I see the Wind?

Where do candle flames go after you blow them out?

If a tree falls in the forest...

Does the okapi exist mostly for entertainment value?

Who invented the miniature pinscher?

Why would someone invent the miniature pinscher?

How many roads must a man walk down, before he has to buy new shoes?