Life is the culmination of a series of questions, and depending upon the answer that you find very early on, it may set a precedent in relation to the future ability or desire to ask questions. The importance of the question verses the answer was a naive question in itself, but a prime example of the inability to find a concrete answer if you know that you will be unsatisfied. There is no right or wrong, only opinion and preference. Speaking entirely in an academic sense, this is not a statement to incite or anger, but simply the idea that everything is built on questions, but given meaning to by the answer, potentially not even in as much the resolute end, but of the course (the initial question) which perceived the notion that the question would lead to the answer, thus governing more significance to itself, rather than being mastered by the affirmed answer. In this project I've learned briefly some things, nice bar chat and a few facts and what not, but I've gained nothing and will be left with the same when I delete this blog. This ridiculous bin of contemptuously loose opinion. 
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