Thanks
I think the poem you present is very appropriate. We have this one question, no matter wich question it is, and the answer immediately kills it. That is the nature and purpose of a question, to give birth to an answer. The birth inevitably kills the womb.
That is why questions are useless in the search for true understanding. Answers are seen as the end of ignorance, but what if they are no more than a product of it? Causality is, after all, self driven. So when you ask, and exert your will in search for understanding, the answers of the questions you didn't ask will sail by you unheard, and you will remain none the wiser. I think that what I'm trying to say is that questions disable our abillity to listen without predispositions.
Where can we live but days? ...nowhere.
But then again "nowhere" is formed by two words that imply the complete opposite: "now-here". Curious.