TODAY I ASKED A QUESTION

  Confounded, I am

  As it came to my attention, people don't tend to ask as many questions when they grow up, they ask fewer questions than the average kid. Would it be that we think of ourselves as a big deal? I've lived long enough, I know what's best. Would it be that our own curiosity has been distinguished? Maybe there's no need to ask anymore, everything been answered. I don't believe one thing or the other. Maybe, that in the end of the day we just get very lazy. Maybe, in the end our sloth has just grown too much. Our sloth has overpowered us. If I could, If I would, I ask, "so, when will we have inter dimensional travel? How long til then? Can we mass produce whatever engine that'll be used? Will we be able to have everyone in space, travelling the stars, exploring the infinite, indefinitely?