why are there boogers in front of every urinal across america? what is it that makes a man (or some bold woman) pick their nose when peeing?

what is it about the release of sex that is so powerful, powerful enough to make people kill and become addicted?

why is falling funny to people? when someone trips or stumbles people laugh. what is it about our disaster that is a source of celebration for some?

why are men and women so different? genetics? socialization? why, in broad strokes, are gay men more colorful, as a subculture, than lesbians?

why is there embarassment in what our bodily functions do?

why war? why fear?

why do we remain angry with those whom we claim to love? why isn't death always present in our consciousness?

why do i lack the courage to fail? why do i attempt tasks that i know i will be successful in doing?

why does crying make me feel so bad? why does crying make me feel so good?

why are we afraid or drawn to falling? why do we seek death while running away from it?

why do we fall in love? are we hard-wired for this tragedy?

why is death so difficult to see as a part of life?

why did my mother teach me how to reach out to people, only to scold me when my giving was beyond her expectations?

why does my three year old daughter understand more about living than i can ever relearn?

why are goodbyes so hard?

why does God speak through silence? why are we as people so passionate about God's existence, extinction, or non-existence?

why not?