Why? Zed
A four-year-old
questioning lad
asked, "Dad,
what do you do?"
"I'm gettin' a Ph.D.,"
he was told.
"What's that?"
"Oh. One must find
out something
that nobody else
in the whole world knows,"
was the reply.
Oh, my!
To the lad's great surprise,
he had just discovered
that adults don't know everything.
The next question,
he asked to himself,
"What ever don't they know?"
(Nearly everything,
as it turns out.
And much of what
they think they know
is often wrong too.
The earth is round,
not flat.
The sun doesn't go around
the earth.
'Cos many mistakes abound,
don't fear to doubt
what you hear.
Think about
what you're told.
Any flakes, or fakes,
or simple lies?
Be bold -- believe
in evidence, cause, and luck.
But let's not get stuck
on such a wild idea.
It could be wrong.
We should move along
with our boy's story.
There's more for ye.)
So what does a boy do
when he hasn't a clue
where's the boundary
between the known
and unknown?
He asks many, many
questions, incessantly,
and then many, many more,
just to make sure.
"Why's the sky blue?"
Dad's an engineer,
so his answer's way too
complicated for the lad.
"Mumble, mumble, wavelengths,
mumble, mumble."
"Are you joking? I'm four!"
is not expressed.
Enough said.
Dad clearly knows.
And the lad's on to more stuff.
"So why's the sea
sometimes blue
and sometimes gray?"
And on it goes.
It gets tough.
His teachers despair at
the disruptive lad.
A questioning machine.
Too much to answer.
And the lad doesn't even seem
to listen to what they reply.
Just questions
and more questions.
Why? Why? Why?
And neither does
his mum understand.
"Why doesn't he ever
wait for more
than my answer's first few words?"
she wonders.
"Simple efficiency,
Mum. No need for your
whole answer, if my
real question is
"Do you know?
Yes or no?""
was never said.
The boy's poor brother didn't
learn to talk for years.
No need. Everything possible
was asked by
his personal interrogator.
Why? What? Where?
Who? How?
And on and on it went.
Time well spent
in a quest to define
the unknown.
Eventually, exhausted,
the clever dad finds
a simple answer
to the boy's every
"Why?" -- "Zed."
"What's zed?, Daddy",
the boy questions.
"As in ex, why, zed,"
the father replies.
And they're through.
The boy must now do
with what he's gleaned
from his tired, spent elders.
He has gained a great grasp
of what they know and don't.
'Tis time for him to explore
and discover the unknown.
He has a fun life ahead.
And y'all do too.
But it's time for bed.
Ask many questions
of your dreams.
All I've got for you
right now is "Zed!"
But if you're good,
there's more tomorrow.
Night. Night.
I love you.
Believe me or not.
14 December, 2014, 4:23PM
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