Would creativity exist without questions?
Isn’t it born at the verge of questioning something we don’t want anymore?
Isn’t it an invitation sent to the Universe to welcome something new?
Where does the non-existing reside before it is born into our reality?
In what circumstances was the first question created?
What is so special about questions that we practice them everyday?
What would it be like to live in a world without questions?
Are answers killers of questions?
Or does a question mark include an answer in the point and the half heart shape is a magnet for more matching content?
Questions, are they wishes lit on the cake of life?
What else is there?