In college, there was a wall I passed everyday where someone had spray painted: Question Everything. And directly underneath it, someone else had written: Why?.
I realize a version of that graffiti is probably on every campus wall. And in someways, it's almost as common as For A Good Time Call [insert your ex-girlfriend's phone number].
But, man, it's so true.
On a two hour flight today, I had a conversation with a complete stranger and it was so refreshing. Every answer I gave, he had a follow up question. And then another and another. Turns out he's a philosophy teacher, so I suppose the questioning is second nature. But my mind is still running in circles and zig zags from our conversation.
Just for fun, I'll give you a question to run with. The same one he gave me:
Do you think you can CHOOSE to believe in something?