WHY

What makes a good student?

I have often heard:

Questions!

    If God is like the teachers that I have had, would they not tire of my complete dedication to not only constantly asking questions but my iron-fisted repetition of the same ones over and over again? Lucky for me, I'm mostly certain God is not like my former teachers at all being that God is the first and last teacher. Talk about knowing. God knew so much they just started creating everything. What to do with all this knowledge? Make something beautiful! Make something disastrous. Make humans and then make them debate over who deserves to eat, be happy, have healthcare, or breathe. It's all happening in God's mouth while they balance on a unicycle, floating through Jupiter and I'm stressed about work?? I'm doing my little breathing exercises every time I open my phone to some form of atrocity or another and looking up into the great big sky like, 

    "What's your deal today, God?"

    That's my most recent question. Why? It's simple and yet we have been asking it since we found ourselves to be muttering anything at all. It is the most human question I can source in my skull. Above all else, beneath all the rubble of debate, theory, and confusion, we chant 'WHYYYY' instead of 'ohmmm'.