What good are answers?
He jumps quickly off the rocky dirt, throwing his makeshift blanket of papers to the ground. By the stars he reckons it is 4 hours into the new day. The bottom embers are still glowing orange, one of the papers lands on the pit and burst into flames. This is no ordinary paper as they are detailed maps, each with a different route highlighted. The man knows he is late getting to his destination and feels an incessant need to get traveling. In the back of his mind all he can think about are the promises of his arrival, yet to his dismay he can not figure out where. Right at his fingertips he has all the answers one could ask for. What good are answers if one knows not the question?