It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.
Spontaneity is the province of youth
What is fear but courage's shadow?
There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire
Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.
Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.