I think we all reach a point in our lives, where we think to
ourselves "why?".
No matter about what, we still think that, feel that
question, eager beavers to find the answer. The truth is
always at heart.
Whether or not we can see it, is a question of faith, not of
truth.
We see the truth, but it is not truth. We see the
answer, but it really a question.
Noone can tell you why the black is dark, and noone can
whisper in your ear that death is near. For me, faith is
like a drug.

The more you take it, the more addicted you are.