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Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.

An unanswered question is a fine traveling companion.  It sharpens your eye for the road.

If it doesn't move, it's dead. Any question that requires an answer in a 'one' tends to paralyse the actor, so we need questions with answers that shift.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love
the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are
written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which
cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And
the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps
you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some
distant day into the answer.

Who am I? is the only question worth asking and the only one never answered. It is your destiny to play an infinity of roles, but these roles are not yourself. The spirit is non-local, but it leaves behind a fingerprint, which we call a body. A wizard does not believe himself to be a local event dreaming of a larger world. A wizard is a world dreaming of local events.

There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same.  Only love.

There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same.  Only love.

In a story told in many traditions and versions; a man is crouched over the ground at night under a lamppost obviously looking for something.  A passerby asks, "Have you lost something?", "Yes, my key," he says.  "Did you lose it here?"  "No", he says, "over there, but there's light over here."

The Answer is that there is No Question

In a world where we are all searching for the right answers, often without results, have you ever given thought to what the right questions are?