Old man: Gotcha! So you do collect answers after all!
Eye: But of course! Everybody does! You need answers to base decisions on. Decisions that lead to actions. We wouldn’t do much of anything, if we were always indecisive!
All I am saying is that I see no point in treasuring them! That’s all!
Once you see that an answer is not serving its question properly anymore, it should be tossed away. It’s just their natural life cycle. They usually kick and scream, raising one hell of a ruckus when we ask them to leave. Especially when they have been with us for a long time.
You see, too many actions have been based on those answers. Too much work and energy invested in them. They feel so important, so full of themselves. They will answer to no one. Not even to their initial question!
What’s the point if a wrong answer will stop you from returning to the right question. Although sometimes people have no questions to return to… which is usually why they defend them, with such strong conviction.
That’s exactly why I am extra cautious with all these big ol’ answers that have been lying around, long before we came along. They bully their way into our collection without being invited by any questions of our own. We accept them just because they have satisfied the questions of so many before us… seeking the questions which fits them instead...
My favorite kind of answers are those that my questions give birth to. Questions that I managed to keep safe long enough to do so. These baby answers might seem insignificant in comparison at first, but they are of a much better quality.
This is good, although when I read the comic I find myself interpreting Eye as valuing curiosity for curiosity’s sake alone,in direct opposition to valuing truth, which I can’t really get behind and leads to me siding with the old man.
Kostas Kiriakakis, A Day at the Park.
This is good, although when I read the comic I find myself interpreting Eye as valuing curiosity for curiosity’s sake alone,in direct opposition to valuing truth, which I can’t really get behind and leads to me siding with the old man.