I just stumbled upon a series of articles that is called Science Question from a Toddler, on the website fivethirtyeight.com. It’s a fascinating bunch of articles. Be prepared to get sucked down a rabbit hole of queries if you go there.
These articles explore complex questions such as, “Who Took Care Of The First Baby?” “Can You Unwrinkle A Raisin?” “What Would Happen If There Were No Number 6?” “How Big Is A Fart?” “How Big Is Space?”
To that last question, I’d be tempted to reply, “A heck of a lot bigger than a fart.” But don’t go asking me. As my mother would say, “Look it up.”
I digress.
There’s nothing more amazing than the wonder of children. It’s such a shame that so many of us lose that with age. I think that the more your brain gets crowded with information and beliefs, false or otherwise, the less room it seems to have for inquiry.
It’s rather sad, really.
I remember asking, as a child, where light went when it got dark. I was really frustrated that no one could tell me. I mean, it had to go somewhere, right? And where does sound come from?
I’m surprised I survived to adulthood.
I think that it’s the unanswered questions that give life purpose. May you never stop asking questions, dear reader. Knowledge is power.
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The View from a Drawbridge 
I guess you haven’t experienced some of my parents’ farts…Seriously, though, curiosity and wonder are good. If I had a nickel for every idiot who tried to make me feel like some kind of monster for being curious about what they took for granted, I could pay people to find stuff out for me. I think there’s some folks that want to keep everyone unquestioning and uninformed, interested only in whatever crap they are trying to sell us (in school, work, the stores, politics, etc.) –And yes, I’ve been on the other side of it, not questioning something that didn’t interest me, or that I was too wrapped up in something else–maybe not a good something either–to pick up on some nifty thing. I think I’m better at it now.
But it dates back a long way, back to a myth of a god cursing his creations for being just the way he made them, trying to find out stuff. How moronic. I know sometimes it’s best to be prudent, about something dangerous or sensitive, but still. Just saying don’t without saying why, making it make sense, just because you have the power to treat someone like dirt… And people in power today do the same damn thing.
But I’ve got more wonder and curiosity now than when I was a kid.
I’ve never heard the forbidden fruit story described more accurately. Thank you. And keep on being curious! It’s one of my favorite character traits.