I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the question is.

Space is really big-REALLY big.

The great thing about being the only species that makes a distinction between right and wrong is that we can make up the rules for ourselves as we go along.

Being offended by things is the world's big hobby at the moment. It's almost taken over from wearing goatee beards.

One is never alone with a rubber duck.

In the stillness, a fly would not have dared clear it's throat.

And wow! Hey! What's this thing coming towards me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding word like... ow... ound... round... ground! That's it! That's a good name - ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me?