Sometime one day whenever

  A question should be asked

  And an answer eventually given

  I was asked a question “why do we clean our windows?”

  And I thought of it

  Is it dirty? No

  Perhaps it clouded our sight of what was outside the window so we'd clean it to see

  But why don't you just open the window?

  I thought for a while and couldn't think of a good enough answer

  And with a wide grin on his face he answered “so we don't see the glass” perhaps to him it was a fun tidbit

  Nice trick to get people to be like “well that's obvious” and he'd go “then why didn't you get it?”

  But I was struck, confused and asked myself

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  How would I have come to that conclusion

  Alone

  I wouldn't I concluded

  I would probably never come to that conclusion

  I'd circle around the edge of the iceberg looking into the depths and seeing a shape but not recognizing it

  Or maybe I'll tell myself “well I was close enough with my point of opening the windows” or something like that

  But I never thought deeper, I only rolled around the edges of the thought

  It annoyed me, it annoys me

  I don't feel like I ever asked a question and answered it

  I never got to think

  Sometimes I used to think I should get a hut in the woods so I could come to a conclusion about an answer

  A conclusion I had mastered

  You think of a lot of things when you're dying a lot of questions and yet through it all I never came to a conclusion all the questions on the world and yet no answers unless given to me

  A sorry dud of a human is what I am, a shell of consumption