I saw something recently that initially encapsulated the tendency to angst, the obsessional wondering about what is coming next, or to put it another way, the yearning clamor, concomitant with modern day life.
This visual perceptual prompt asked me something of a general nature, but before I could try and find a response to its inquiry, I believed I needed to work out more precisely what was being sought by this query. I pondered this interrogative device. It seemed to be putting me on the spot and leading me to plot a path to the heart of the matter. It was an uncertainty that highlighted an imperative for certitude or at least demanded a way forward. How it went about seeking a purposeful, knowing reaction from me was confronting. It was insistent that now was the time for finding the truth; it was a declaration that there was an information void that needed to be filled with something meaningful.
I looked down and peered intently at it. As I stared harder, it gradually dawned on me that the answer was staring me in the face. This poser was not only the interviewer: it went beyond tentative suggestions, past a firming up of hypotheses, to a declaration of verisimilitude. I realized I had found a meaning in my life! I had seen and absorbed the full impact of a thick human hair in the shape of a question mark, a profound piece of punctuation, alone upon a toilet seat.
