When you are a tree in the wilderness and there are no people around
you wonder why you would fall over if there are none to hear the sound
but other trees who are wondering the same thing.
When you are an artist without an audience
you wonder why you are making art when there are none to see it,
not even other artists who are wondering the same thing.
When you are a lover without a mate
you wonder why you are loving when there are no mates to reciprocate,
not even others wondering the same thing.
In the end you are alone and still wondering, still falling,
still creating, still loving though there are no others around
not even those wondering the same thing.