At the end of every question is a question mark.
As any parent of a toddler can attest to, there is no question that can be answered all the way down to the bottom.
"Why is the sky blue?”
“Because the molecules in the air scatter blue light from the sun more than red light.”
“Well, I suppose that’s just how our brains read and categorize the effects of how these particular particles are structured.”
“Why do our brains do that?”
“That’s how we evolved.”
“Why do we evolve?”
“Well, we just do. It’s how things are.”
“It just is! I don’t know, stop asking me questions!!"
At the end of every question is a question mark. I believe at the bottom of it all is great mystery. I am that I am.