“There are no stupid questions” has become an accepted cliche. But then again, you’ve never run into my flavor of “stupid” questions. Joking aside, I was never afraid of stupid questions. Rather it is some of the questions I have asked of myself in the past that scare me into thinking I might have lost it. I want to give you two such examples that scared me at first, only to find that others have thought those same apparently crazy thoughts. Which is not to say I am not crazy, but rather than I am not the only crazy one. And that my friends, sits just fine with me!
Let me time-teleport you with a younger version of myself, laying sleeplessly in bed on a dark night about thirteen years ago. I decided to really challenge myself with the toughest question I could invent. Being that it was night and dark, my mind of course jumped to alien abductions. I asked myself: if aliens suddenly abducted me that very night, and decided to see how smart the human race really is, what would they ask me?