Queues and queues of questions

The cue for a question can be small, large, subtle or brash. The attention grab that causes the start, the shock to a long-held presumption, the apparent opening of a door suddenly found to have been always open, when presumed locked.

What is your question …. right now, in this moment of our meeting?

That’s a very good question. It requires a very good answer. Your question suggests that you are looking for some words to deliver you some further information that might render your question completely destroyed.

If a question is answerable, then it is destroyable. This destruction of question as a definition of a question capable of removing ignorance is sometimes temporary, sometimes permanent. So, the question, “what time is it”, though destructible of itself in a moment, can be used over and over again.

This is why some questions seem impossible to truly ask with a hundred percent, whole-hearted commitment and total connection, unless the true impermanence of attributing oneself as a purely material entity is accepted – even theoretically.

“What is two plus two”, as a question, is utterly rendered as obsolete by its nemesis, the number four. This question only remains then for the petitioner as a teaching aid, or as a premise for further questions.

“Who am I”, as a question, is therefore asked, when at all, from a place of not wanting an unequivocal answer from an exterior source, as this destructive power in the answer may seem existentially threatening.

Yet, in a type of illness, a person will unwittingly answer themselves with a view of self as if this question “who am I” has been asked, answered and therefore destroyed, never to be asked again.

Do you really want that question utterly destroying, so that it can never be asked again by you in the same way that you formulate it right in this moment? If so, it will require some forensic work to clear this question from all previous subliminal usage that has been the cause of an inner imprisonment with a locked cell and the lost key that is the question, “who am I?”

Only by finding this question “who am I”, consciously, by asking it consciously, by thus destroying it consciously, can a person really feel that their inner prison is no more.

Then the question becomes one of, is the answer to “who am I”, giving an answer as certain as 2+2=4, in which case the question, the questioner and that which is questioned as the answerer become One, permanently and the relative place of questioning may disappear completely … RIP.

Or is the question answered, destroyed and resurrected to enable the questioner to remember consciously the answer whilst remaining “in time”, with an “I” no longer the same as the one prior to an answer of its own self-destruction, yet with a presence now able to assist others with the salvaging of this simple question, “who am I” for themselves.

About Andrew Dettman

Counsellor, poet, cabbie, diction worker. Ministrant.
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