A friend has all the answers. He is looking for the questions.
I, on the other hand, don't mind looking for the answers, but, I have never been able to understand the questions.
I like to think of truth as a treasure hunt, the treasure being beauty. I like to think that I know the avenues, the hurdles.
I don't know what nameless, elusive address houses the Grecian Urn.
I don't know where to lead my one man parade.
Everything else becomes simplicity.
PS: Apologies to Keats.