Sometimes...
I have to wonder...
What is a question?
I can't even answer that question for myself.
Because I don't even know what a question is consisted of or what it even is.
So I sit, clueless, as I ponder about this question.
Suddenly, an imaginary light bulb appears above my head.
I understand.
A question is made of pure curiosity.
And a question is something you ask to help you understand a fragment of information that was said or asked.
