'Begin with the first keystroke,' she tapped a finger
aimlessly on the keyboard, waiting. That was the hard part, the waiting to
figure out the questions you can ask and the questions you can't. It's easy to
ask who people are, where the myths come from, are they true?
But then you have to understand why they are there in the first place and
that's where the difference in the two types of questions come in. You can ask
for things that are facts but you can't ask for those things that are unknown.
What is the meaning of life? What is the real meaning of the word love? Why are
we here? These questions can't be answered with facts or figures, data and
definites they have to be answered with subjectivity and abstract concept.
There is no complete reason for being, no complete reason that is understood by
a board of experts who gained knowledge through working in the field they are
then asked about. How can there be when there is still no complete
understanding of the human psyche and the way thoughts operate and just how
much biology has to do with the overall intelligence of a race or species?
A light flickered and suddenly there was an answer. Finally, something she could follow to the end of a line of information. 'Follow the yellow brick road…' She licked her lips and thought for a moment before snatching her bag, disconnecting the power from the computer and paused at the doorway. If the answers were at the end of the road, then who was the Wizard? And who was the witch she had to watch out for?
