Children question everything. When I was a child, I was constantly questioning things. Asking my parents why is this the way is? How does that work? But they just couldn't deal with it. It turned their whole world upside down. "David, You ask too many questions," they would say. So I stopped asking them out loud, and only thought them to myself in my head. They never got answered, so it got to the point where I had to stop questioning and start accepting just to keep my sanity. It hurts to think about things. I remember when I was younger, I was obsessed with the question, What was there before there was nothing? There was nothing, just whiteness, but there was not whiteness, there was nothing. It makes your head hurt, doesn't it?