Bus Stop In The Middle Of Nowhere

Within the deepest depths of the Earth there are thousands of things that we as Earthlings will never quite understand. Even if they are discovered, or uncovered, not just anyone will understand. Then, on the off chance that the one person who might understand happens to be the person that finds it, we have a story. Most stories start with a person that has an identity or a name, but this time my beloved reader, we will start with a nonexistent thought. One that is only forming, but not quite developed. Perhaps reader, you would like to know why we breathe, why we exist. Is there a purpose? Or is it possible that every answer to every question can be interrupted by another question because, there is never a full answer. This question is not hard to comprehend and it is not impossible to to grasp. The question is simply, why? If you say that we are made of atoms, one could ask why? Why do atoms exist and why did they come to be. Anything that is an idea that provokes an answer or a question or even another idea can be replied with why. And now reader, we may start our story. And keep in mind that everything in this little tale can be answered with, why.