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The question whether we are loving God or the earthly Beloved "more" is not, so far as concerns our Christian duty, a question about the comparative intensity of two feelings. The real question is, which (when the alternative comes) do you serve, or choose, or put first? To which claim does your will, in the last resort, yield?

C.S. Lewis in The Four Loves
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13 Question Method

(chuck berry)
Now, the thirteen question method is the one to use
Listen to me!
Thirteen question method is the one to use
Im saying that the thirteen question method is the one you gotta use
If you wanna have some fun
cause the thirteen question method is the one to use
Uhn!
Question number one: you wanna have fun, uh hun
Question number two: what to do ?
Lets see!
Question number three: wanna go out and eat burger with me ?
God almighty!
For the thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the question number five: dont give me no jive this morning
Question number six: dont try no tricks, this evening
Question number seven: Ill pick you up at a quarter to eleven, baby
And question number eight: its a date
Thats question number nine: where to dine, this evening ?
Question number ten: ah, can we get in ?
Question number eleven: gonna be just like heaven ?
God almighty!
Question number twelve: we get by ourselves ?
cause the thirteen question method is the one to use
The thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the thirteen question method is the one gotta use if you wanna...
The thirteen question method is the one to use
And she says ah...
She says...
The thirteen question method is the one to use
The thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the thirteen question method is the one gotta use if you wanna have some fun
cause the...

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Without blinking

Without blinking stare at an object
Tears roll and no question is there why.

On oily paper pens do not write
No question is there why.

Water through fissures not leaking
Ocean floor and there is no question why.

The question is there is no question to put why.

I am just obseving and observing
I can shot
The mute then show gut.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Silence

[verse]
Take
Take till there's nothing
Nothing to turn to
Nothing when you get through
Won't you break
Scattered pieces of all I've been
Bowing to all I've been
Running to
Where are you?
Where are you?

[verse]
Did you leave me unbreakable?
You leave me frozen?
I've never felt so cold
I thought you were silent
And I thought you left me
For the wreckage and the waste
On an empty beach of faith
Was it true?

[chorus]
Cuz I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?

[verse]
Scream
Deeper I wanna scream
I want you to hear me
I want you to find me
Cuz I...I want to believe
But all I pray is wrong
And all I claim is gone

[chorus]
And I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?
Yeah....yeah
And where...I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?

song performed by by Jars Of Clay from The Eleventh Hour
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There is no such thing as an unreasonable question, or a silly question, or a frivolous question, or a waste-of-time question. It's your life, and you've got to get these answers.

quote by Marcia Wallace
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A new question has arisen in modern man's mind, the question, namely, whether life is worth living... No sensible answer can be given to the question... because the question does not make any sense.

quote by Erich Fromm
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The question of feasibility, the question of cost, the question of including partners elsewhere in the world, the question of the effect of this project on arms agreements - all these issues are in discussion.

quote by Gerhard Schroder
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Question

Looking for question: have you got one?
Hungry for question: will you give one?

Looking for question
O Yeah
Looking for question
Because
God gives the answer.
God gives the answer
In so many ways!

That’s why
Looking for question
O Yeah
Searching for question.

poem by Asif Andalib
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Oh So Simple Question

I have a question
I have a simple thought
I am the border obsession
I am the clever, the taught

You have my aggression
You have a complication
You are an angry expression
You are the unheard conversation

We have a serious problem
Something simple yet trying
You understand, you look solemn
You know exactly what question I’m implying

Now concentrate, ask it now
Your eyes beg not to be told
Tell it now, but tell it how?
How to tell this question I hold

Wait! Look at your eyes
Now desperate to know
The question I hide
The question I knew not long ago

NO! I no longer remember
The simple question I wanted to ask
That cold day, in that snowy December
Oh how I hate this shy mask

Maybe I will once again
Think of a simple question
Whilst I walk down memory lane
Maybe, one day, you will hear my confession

poem by Rebecca Pepper
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His Answer To My Question Was A Question

His answer to my question
Was a question
My answer to his reply
Was returned
With another question
The game of
Answering and asking
Questions
Did not end
Till I questioned
The very motive
Of our conversation
We came to the conclusion
How to pass time?
Was the biggest question
Asking questions
And creating confusion
Was the answer
So we passed our time
Asking and answering questions
The question now is
Whether we did right or wrong?
The answer is
Why ask a useless question?

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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In the spirit of Rumi - 23

I asked My Beloved

How may I know the secret
of being a perfect Sufi,
insan al-kamil,
a perfect Friend of God?

My Beloved said

You will never in your life be sure;
and that is just how it should be;
that way, you will be safe in Me;

instead, seek always where My secret might be found:
as you walk, look closely at all of nature;
every flower, every tree, every lake, every cloud,
every bird, every animal;
look closely at them, to see
if they hold My secret;

as you walk down the street,
look into the eyes of each human being
to see if they know My secret in their heart;

listen to every sound and every word
in case My secret hides within them;

or in the scent of roses, or in the taste of food;

go to sleep with this question on your lips,
wake with this question in your mind;

and though you will never find the answer,
one day the question shall cease to be a question
and become the song which you have always known.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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What Do I Really Feel?

this is the most important
question that i ask to myself
in everything that i do
in everything that happens to me.

that is never your question.
Yours had always been a different
version.
In your philosophy you are more
of a practical person
and you take pride in the
usefulness of each
a bucket, a wheel, a plate
a car, not that kite,
nor that mural, they are not
necessary for the movement
of things to progress.

You are the opposite of what i own.
I own nothing, you claim that everything
is yours. To hold, to have title.

what do i really feel?
you laugh. What is the relevance of that
question to your profits?
You are like my doctor
Who does not mind my pain
but minds his fees.
When a man gets cured
There is no place for sympathy.
It is the money
stupid. You grin.

here we are at the junction of feelings.
I go this way, You go that way.
I will not look for you
You will not look for me.

We then say
How long did we realize that we are
still making a beginning
to this long pretentious affair?

I am an existentialist
but i have never wished you dead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Question Meaning

The meaning of the question
Is to always question meaning,
The meaning of life,
And the life of meaning.

The life unquestioned
Means very little,
Just as a life left meaningless,
Without question, has very little life.

Therefore, we all should daily question
The meaning of life,
By doing so, life's Meaning
Will unquestionably, each day, find us.

Remember: we are free to question meaning;
May we become free enough to
Let it freely question us.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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To Amuse At The Expense Of Wasted Time

Would these be betting odds,
That an asking of someone...
Who has done something in their life,
For more than 'sixty years'.
And approached to be questioned,
What they have been doing...
Since they were last seen ten years ago?

And that question has been asked,
By that same person rerpeatedly.
And the response is known.

What would be the likely odds,
That the person asked the question...
Would 'not' be doing,
What has become an obvious love...
For what that person does.

Should the one asking that same question,
Take a gamble and ask another question...
That would initiate a conversation,
Expressing a real interest?
And not just say the same thing to re-tread.

I maybe wrong about this,
But...
Leaving the person feeling a sense of being appreciated,
Would probably reveal a human being existing.
Instead of a novelty to amuse at the expense of wasted time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Are Not Feeling It

Do you have it in yourself to achieve?

Are you bothered by listening and discipline?
Does either one of them or both...
Make you cringe?
Especially when someone experienced,
Tells you over and over again...
Those are the two key elements to success.

And you regard criticisms, advice and suggestions...
As being offensive to your sensitivities?
Plus you rather socialize than to sacrifice your time,
To do anything that prioritizes...
What you claim to have love and interest to do.
And there is no loyalty or devotion applied?
Where is your passion?

Do 'I' think you have it in yourself to achieve?
That's the question you did ask me,
Right?
Well...
You have none of that of which I just mentioned.

Was that a trick question?
Or did you just want to see me laugh?
And why would you ask me,
A question like that in the first place?

If you are not feeling it...
What makes you believe that I can feel 'that',
Coming from you?
Stop seeking attention.
Stop seeking acceptance.
Start...
Believing in yourself and your abilities,
And you will never have to ask me...
Or anyone else,
A question like that again.
Now get out of my face.
You're wasting 'my' time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did You Really Find GOD In A Fortune Cookie?

I cannot claim the cloak of innocence
for deeds I do no more, and yet... did once.
My catholic culture, quelled, still seems immense
contributing to this, , , deistic dunce.

Those years lost in the faiths which came before..
entrusting in the tales of those who care(?) .
Enlightened and yet frightened by the lore
of folk who read the stars and said, 'Beware'.

'If I am real, ... the voice within your head,
what kind of test or jest could I have planned? '
How many meanings hide in the UNsaid?
A 'God' would surely help us, .. understand?

I ask with no real hope for your reply...
'You dare to question? '.... If...the question's...WHY!

poem by Hola Mentirosa
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The real question is: How do you react? What do you do next? Evade responsibilities? Bury yourself in work? What do you do? All three of my novels take up that question, although none gives an answer.

quote by David Guterson
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Thousand Fold

(j. buckley)
I have no desire to make contact with all the thought of no, no.
I shiver now, to think of how this answer asked her, no.
Long time gone.
I run to my hide out.
There aint a star born that brightens
More than you, you always should have known,
Ill illuminate your question,
Long time ago Id died and gone.
What has brought the question?
Time has brought the question.
Come and call the question, oh, oh, oh.
Here are the stars, same thing again
Over, over, over, over, over, over
Over, over, over, over, over, over.

song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful?

quote by Bertrand Russell
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Bud, Bud

A bud sighs a question into the air
The question
Diffuses
Layer by layer
Into another sphere

The bud
Blooms
Into flower

Waiting sadly
It wishes to wither faster
To trace the question
Gone away