How come we are so little curious for this miracle of life?
Why do we prefer to stay out of the way of fundamental questions about this process and cannot connect it with our own personality and body? Why are we so fragmented in our perceptions, thoughts, experiences and emotions?
Why do we spend most of the time centralising the secondary aspects of life?
Why are we so afraid or detached from the life force within us?
Why do we try to rationalise and dissect the world and ourselves?
Why do we run around with our personal dramas as the only truth deserving our attention, even when there is no logical need for it (and justify it calling ourselves rational)? 
Why do we not acknowledge the undeniable intelligence and coherence of our bodies and the universe?
When we do grasp behind duality, we do we  immediately make an oversimplified monism?

Why is our heart at the centre of our body?
Why is order of matter so overseen and contents as well as fixed vantage points so categorical and stuck, when every life process is about how matter is put together and it’s specific kind of movement or vibration? 
Were all the people before as as ignorant and thinking of themselves as superior to the ones that asked the questions before them?
How many aspects of story, present and future are either unknown or purposefully blended out of our scope?
By who and why would anyone do that?
Why does the world reflect things that you don’t like to experience, while those that you do mostly depend on you? 
Why do we prefer comfort over truth, even if it’s only our own? 
Why are so many people so help and hopeless? 
Why are we so bound to keep feeding our own suffering? 
Why so convinced nobody we trust (a person, an institution, a government, a health industry, a tech industry, a global financial conglomerate, or all of the previous ones together) would be trying to control (manipulate, starve, poison or kill) us? 
How did we ever come to believe the upper levels of power are kind hearted gods and try to protect us?
What have they shown in regards to their altruism and compassion and concern for health and well being in the past?
​How did moments in history that we know of, look and feel like, just before or while things were really going the wrong direction?  Why do we experience so much disconnection from who and what we love?
Why do we not dare to do something about it?
How can we improve what we are doing for it?
How do we share what we can do?
How do we know when to stop asking questions about something we already know?
How can we start asking questions about a worldview we don’t want to be wrong about?