Imagine a world where there is no question. A world where every want of a question is erased. No one questions how and why things are happening. With every sunrise and every ray of a dying day, people forget questions. Imagine a world that way. The world as we know, wouldn't even exist, why? There are no questions. Consequences? In all honesty, nobody else would care. That world without questions would praise truth as much as it would praise lies. Facts won't matter. Perspectives? They are merely an elongation of ideals under which you run. But will your ideals really matter? There are no questions. Silence would be observed with noise. Silence so deafening, One would beg to find peace beyond the voids of words. Nevertheless, we will rejoice in that noise, why? There are no questions. The gloom of clouds will shy away from the gloom of your emotions. The rain will embrace your bliss, but flood you with answers, answers to the questions you never as...