The Lost Question

A question got lost. People went mad looking for it. They were suddenly finding it harder to breath. They had frantically started to look for answers everywhere since the time they had sensed that there existed a question. They did find the answers, as they believed. What the question was and what remained of it, they now wondered in respite.

People knew too many answers to pinpoint the exact question. What was it - they looked around. Why did it bother them – they wondered – if the answers they knew would become immaterial without a question.

They divided themselves into groups – search parties that looked for the question in their own ways. And they started their journey. People became tourists, and the tourists became lost pilgrims - all scouting for a question.  

‘I’ve forgotten a question.’ One of the travelers said to a holy man.

‘Isn’t that good?’ The holy man replied, ‘You won’t have to look for an answer!’ The traveler was impressed with the holy man’s answering ability, though he thought that the holy man too, had lost his question.

After a month, the holy man got invited to the International Answers Analysis Conclave [IAAC] at a prominent European city. And like an ignorant child, he ended up asking - So what is the question.

Disturbed, they asked him to go and stand at the back of the conference hall with his hands up in the air.

With every passing moment, the lost question seemed to get bigger. And unbeknownst to the travelers, the answers hid that they existed only to erase the question.

First to find the answers, and then to relocate the question - the travelers continued their pilgrimage. But the question was lost, gone forever. And the travelers wondered if it was only a question that they were looking for from the beginning.

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