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On Fundamental Questions

When I say fundamental question, I assume certain questions which are not so fundamental, rather it may be treated as superficial. Whether you have taken a cup of coffee since morning, qualifies the latter question. But it still deserves to be known as question. Second, Why do I assume that there are certain fundamental questions? Because, my life is so intriguing often that I ask certain questions. At least, I try to search certain questions whose answers may or may not be available to me or may not appear as easily as a cup of tea or coffee. To me, the first characteristic of a basic question is "why". People often talk about what is this or that. Such questions are verbalized by the meaning provided dictionary. It's all about language and interpretation, like a lawyer knows how to manipulate a word. But such questions float around at the superficial water. Question such as what deserves to be called as a questions related to known world, created by linguistics discipline. On the next level, question is asked like "how". Any scientist, doctor, engineer, or businessman loves to know "how". There is all around love about how. People love method. Because, following a method is far simple than developing a method without leaving a footprint. How about the question of success? Champion teachers love to give success mantra, a few tips which they barely followed as students in their entire life. Now, they love to deliver sermon and to influence comparatively innocent minds. On the third level, question is asked with "why". This question is the most fundamental of all the questions. It leads a mind to the darkness of unknown, which is sometimes solved by rigorous logic, coupled with intuition as a supreme vehicle of creativity. All philosophers, poets, artists, are mostly fond of such questions, which unsettle a known world, and lead towards the light of strange and unknown worlds. Only those questions have wider significance for moral progress. If you ask, who is the first philosopher? I'm sure, I'm not answering a philosophical question, but I'd say, it is child, like what David Hume said, "Child is a father of Man".

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