The Questioner

I once was asked a question that couldn't be answered. It was a deep question, one with intent and thought. The questioner thought long and hard before he came to see me. Although I had no answer, a reply came from me, "Let us search out the Answerer of this great questioner. Maybe he'll find us, but let us search and wander." On our journey we went, searching for the answerer, the questioner and me, passing mountains of old and new. Making us stronger as each day we grew. We came to a fork, "Which way should we go?" So I sat and left it to the questioner. The questioner said, "I think the answerer is this way." So up I was to follow the thoughtful questioner, on the quest for the answerer. To the Left was a forest To the Right was a sea. As we walked we could see rain ahead the darkness trembled, the trees hid. Into the forest we went, surrounded by care we went on for the answerer to answer the question. The rain brought cold, darkness swelling as the sea, we huddled together, the questioner and me. We tried to get some sleep, but none could be made. At first light on we went, through the forest with great delight. At the break of the trees a town came to pass we followed the road, to the main street. This town had some jazz, it even had class. Passersby we asked the questioners deep question, no one knew the answer to, so we told them of our quest to find the Answerer, they wished us the best. The mayor of this classy town heard the news thought he'd look for us, and found us sitting down. Told us not to look so blue and asked us what was this heavy question we then asked him out question, as we looked at our shoes, then he smiled, and asked us to look him in the eye and asked us the reason, the reason why, we would ever ask a question of such great size, I said "I don't know that's the questioner's job." The mayor looked into the Questioners eyes then picked him up, and said, "Child, I tell you no lies, your daddy cares for you and will always dry you eyes."