 The wonder of a simple word.
"Why?"
Remember as a child, always asking your parents "Why?". Like: "Why is the grass green?" or "Why do I have to eat my vegetables?" And how about following up the answers we're given with another innocent, "But why?" As adults, we maintain that same childlike inquisitiveness, however we apply that to much more complex, ambiguous concepts. We, as agnostics, surely ask more questions than does a typical atheist or theist on any given day. "That's just the way it is" is never an adequate statement for us. And it is for this reason that I feel confused as to how I can ever find "true" meaning in life. Where are the agnostics turn believers? I'd certainly like to talk to one. How does one finally lay their skepticism to rest and settle in to a meaningful existence?
I contend that as long as the word "Why" is present in my mind, I can never make peace with a deity nor live by religious doctrine. Of course, I can never assert claims that dismiss godliness nor hold any one back from pursuing the idea, for I would be baseless.
Oh the wonder of a simple word. Simply ask yourself "Why?" over and over again until you get to the root of it all .. I'm sure you'll eventually come to something like this (our existence in a nutshell):
"Shut up. Don't you have better things to do?" | 
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