I just looked at my hand and asked …

Where do fingernails start?

Certainly an odd thing to say, but words such as odd, weird and silly are among my favourites.

I wonder if there are more questions in me at the moment.  Here I am, hoping they bubble up in my throat, force my mouth open, and fly into the air.

But maybe not.  Perhaps we’re only allowed one strange question a day … and I’ve reached my quota.

Let’s see:

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When is the best time?

What’s really going on inside my body?

Why do men have nipples?

How does electricity work?

Why didn’t ancient humans have fences?

How come flamingos’ legs bend the other way?

Does the universe end?  If so, what’s beyond it?

Why does chocolate taste so great but sea cucumber leads me to vomit?

Does happiness increase when we use a lot of oxygen?

Where do we go when we die?

Why do tears drip out of our eyes when we’re sad?

Where is home?

Who is family?

Why does dew on a spider web at sunrise gladden our hearts?

Why do I get to be 77 and some people die at 25?

Where are we?  Are we really on a big sphere revolving around a giant fireball?

How many languages are there?  (7000 +)

Am I better than you?  Worse than you?  Or is the question ridiculous?

…

Am I out of questions?

(For the moment … yes)

Mañana